Behind him, voices grew tense. Brianna followed him into the hallway, her smile gone. “Why are they saying the band will not play,” she demanded. “Why are the flowers being removed.”
Conrad covered the phone. His face was pale. “Give me a minute,” he whispered to her, though his voice shook.
I continued. “The operating account tied to your firm is temporarily frozen pending review. Payroll will be delayed. Investors will be notified.”
“You cannot do that,” he said, panic creeping in. “You know what this will do.”
“Yes,” I replied. “I have always known.”
He begged me to reverse it. He promised to talk. To reconsider. To make it right.
“You already made your choice,” I said. “You just assumed it would not cost you.”
I ended the call.
The dinner dissolved within the hour. Guests left confused. Vendors packed up unpaid. Brianna walked out alone, heels echoing against marble floors, her phone pressed to her ear as she tried to explain a story she no longer understood.
The wedding never happened.