Chapter 3

The wedding ceremony began at eleven o'clock in the hotel ballroom.

I grabbed a seat in the corner and settled in.

Bianca walked down the aisle on her father's arm, step by step, toward Jason.

She was dressed in a custom-made wedding gown, its long train trailing behind her, every inch of it covered in delicate lace.

As she walked, the train spread across the floor like a blooming white flower.

I'd been in this business for years. I could tell at a glance that this dress was expensive.

It costs at least fifty thousand dollars.

How did Jason afford…