The venue was an exclusive garden estate in Napa Valley, California. The guests were all elite — tuxedos, designer gowns, expensive jewelry everywhere.
Jonathan stood at the altar waiting for Vanessa, but his eyes kept drifting toward the entrance, waiting for Emma.
“Do you think that trash will even show up?” Jonathan whispered to his best man. “She’ll probably be too ashamed. She’ll come in flip-flops.”
They laughed.
Then suddenly, a powerful engine roared outside.
This wasn’t the sound of an old sedan or a taxi.
This was the sound of extreme wealth.
Everyone turned toward the gate.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of the red carpet — a car worth over half a million dollars, even more expensive than the groom’s car.
“Who is that?” the guests murmured.
“Is there a billionaire attending this wedding?”
The driver, in uniform, opened the door and assisted the passenger out.
A woman stepped out.
She wore a red velvet gown that perfectly hugged her figure. A diamond necklace shimmered around her neck. Her face was beautiful, elegant, and filled with confidence.
“Who is she?”
“Is she a celebrity?”
Jonathan froze.
He recognized that face.
More radiant. More polished. More powerful.
It was Emma.