Chapter 2 - The Black Convoy Arrives
Before Eleanor could signal the violinist to begin the wedding march, the sound of heavy engines roared up the cobblestone driveway.
A convoy of three pristine black executive SUVs pulled to a sharp halt right at the entrance of the white carpet aisle. Armed private security guards stepped out first, opening the rear passenger door of the lead vehicle.
The chatter of the high-society crowd died down instantly.
Clara didn't sit at Table 27. She walked calmly past the plastic chairs, her hand resting on the shimmering fabric of her floor-length silver gown. Her blonde hair fell in soft, flawless waves over her shoulders, and her posture was that of a queen inspecting her domain.
Eleanor’s face contorted into a snarl as she stepped forward to intercept her.
"What are you doing over here, Clara?" Eleanor hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. "You were assigned to Table 27 for a reason. Know your place before I have security throw you out on the street!"
Clara stopped just two feet from the white altar, looking Eleanor dead in the eye with a calm, freezing composure.
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"Did you really think Table 27 was appropriate for me, Eleanor?" Clara asked softly, her voice carrying across the silent lawn.
👉 Read PART 3 to see who stepped out of the second black SUV!
