Chapter 6 - The Aftermath in White
The ballroom descended into pure chaos.
Guests began filing out in droves, desperate to avoid being dragged into the impending legal catastrophe, while others stayed glued to their seats, frantically recording the collapse of Savannah’s premier high-society wedding.
Richard Evans was yelling at his attorneys near the coat rack, while two hotel security officers blocked the exit doors to ensure he didn't leave before signing the master billing agreement.
Natalie stood at the center of the stage, her expensive white satin gown looking like a straightjacket. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared with angry tears.
“Jackson! Tell her to fix this!” Natalie screamed, grabbing Jackson’s lapels. “Tell her to process the transfer! We’re married! You’re my husband! You owe me!”
Jackson looked down at the woman he had married four hours ago. It was as if he were seeing her for the very first time—stripped of her beauty, her charm, and her carefully curated elegance, leaving behind only raw, unadulterated greed.
Slowly, deliberately, Jackson unclasped her hands from his tuxedo jacket.
“We aren't married, Natalie,” Jackson said, his voice flat, hollow, and cold. “The marriage license hasn't been filed with the county clerk yet. It’s sitting in the officiant’s suite upstairs.”
Natalie stared at him in disbelief. “Jackson... no... you love me!”
“I loved the woman I thought you were,” Jackson said, his eyes brimming with tears of shame. He turned toward me, his shoulders slumping as the full weight of his foolishness crushed him. “I was so blind... Mom, I’m so sorry... God, I’m so sorry...”
“Don't apologize to her!” Natalie shrieked, her voice turning into a rabid howl. “She’s a monster! She ruined our day!”
Before she could step toward me, two uniform officers from the Savannah Police Department walked through the ballroom doors, escorted by Samuel Vance.
“Natalie Evans?” the lead officer asked, pulling out a pair of steel handcuffs. “We have an emergency warrant for your arrest for breaking and entering, grand larceny of personal property, and elder abuse under Georgia State Statute 16-5-100.”
“What? No! Get away from me!” Natalie screamed, backing away into the towering six-tiered wedding cake. Her heel caught the edge of the velvet tablecloth.
With a sickening crash, the bride, the white lace dress, and the $8,000 wedding cake went down together in a disaster of crushed sugar, white frosting, and shattered glass.
The police officers stepped over the ruined cake, pulled her up from the sticky floor, and snapped the handcuffs behind her back.
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As they dragged her out through the side doors of the ballroom, her screams echoing down the marble hallway, the remaining guests watched in silence.
I placed my silver wig back in my purse, looked at my son, and said, “Come home, Jackson. We have work to do.”
