The bright morning sun poured through the high arch windows of the Dallas mansion living room.
Clara stood near the marble fireplace while holding her pregnant belly gently with both hands.
Her pale blue silk dress fit softly around her body as she breathed through a sudden surge of worry.
Sarah: You had no right to come inside my dressing room today.
Sarah stepped forward with her long white lace wedding train trailing heavily on the polished floor.
Clara: I only wanted to give you Mom's silver bracelet before the guests arrived.
Sarah: You wanted everyone to look at you and your big belly instead of me!
Sarah reached out suddenly and grabbed the side of Clara's delicate silk dress.
The sharp sound of tearing threads echoed loudly off the hard wooden walls.
Clara: Stop it, Sarah, you are going to rip the entire side seam open!
Sarah: I do not care about your dress or your stupid feelings today!
Clara stumbled backward against the sofa cushion while holding the loose blue fabric together.
Two older aunts rushed across the rug to grab Clara's shoulders and keep her balanced.
Aunt Eleanor: Sarah, lose your temper like this again and you will regret it!
Sarah: Get out of my sight before I ruin more than just a dress!
Clara squeezed her eyelids shut as cold tears began to spill down her pale cheeks.
The heavy silver front doors swung open with a dull thud against the brass stopper.
Ethan marched across the grand foyer with his black tuxedo jacket unbuttoned at his waist.
Ethan: Why do you touch her every time you want to hurt someone, Sarah?
Sarah: Mind your own business, Ethan, this is between my sister and me!
Ethan: She is carrying my child and you will not talk to her like that!
Ethan stepped directly between his bride and his pregnant sister-in-law with his fists clenched tightly.
Sarah: You are supposed to be marrying me in two hours!
Ethan: Not if you treat my family like trash inside your father's house!
Sarah gasped in fury as her dark eyes flashed with blinding anger.
Sarah: Get out of this house right now, both of you!
Clara sank down onto the soft sofa velvet while her body shook with deep emotional pain.
She unzipped her silver sequined purse with short, frantic movements of her thumb.
Her small hand closed tightly around the smooth edges of her dark smartphone screen.
Clara: Dad, what can I say to make you come back here fast?
Clara: Help me, please, before Sarah ruins everything we have built...