Jessica stood in front of the tall mirror inside her dressing room.
Her silk gown rested against the polished marble floor of the venue.
She checked her diamond tiara and adjusted her long lace veil.
Everything about the grand wedding in Dallas had to be totally perfect.
Her rich friends were sitting out in the bright main courtyard.
Jessica: Make sure no uninvited people come near the front entrance.
Planner: Of course, Miss Jessica, the guards are watching the doors.
Jessica smiled as she wiped a tiny speck of dust off her glove.
She had spent months planning every detail of this massive wedding day.
Her fiancé David was the head of a very successful property company.
He had spent millions to give her the best ceremony in Texas.
Yet Jessica always cared more about image than about real human warmth.
She checked her expensive watch and tapped her silver shoes impatiently.
Jessica: Is David waiting near the glass altar yet?
Planner: He is currently greeting the key business partners in the hall.
Jessica walked toward the double doors with a sharp strut.
Suddenly the heavy oak doors opened just a few small inches.
An elderly woman with gray hair styled in a neat bun stepped inside.
She wore a faded coat and held a bouquet of red roses.
Her hands trembled as she clutched the flowers tightly to her chest.
Jessica stopped in her tracks and stared with dark visual anger.
Jessica: Who let this ragged woman into my private bridal suite?
Eleanor: I brought these fresh red flowers for you today, my child.
Jessica took two fast steps forward and looked down with extreme pride.
Jessica: Get away from me before you ruin my costly white dress!
The elderly woman took a soft step back with tears in her eyes.
Eleanor: I only wanted to give you my warmest family blessing.
Jessica reached out and shoved the bouquet out of the woman's hands.
Jessica: DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!
The red roses fell hard onto the smooth marble floor below.
Several red petals scattered across the expensive carpet near the door.
The wedding planner stood completely frozen in pure social terror.
Jessica pointed her finger directly at the elderly woman's sad face.
Jessica: Security will throw you onto the street in three minutes!
The old woman wiped a tear from her cheek with her coat sleeve.
Eleanor: THESE ROSES ARE FOR YOU...
Jessica: I do not want cheap trash near my special day!
She turned her back coldly on the crying old lady.
The heavy doors swung wide open as several guests looked inside.
People began whispering as they saw the tense emotional scene.
Jessica held her head high and pretended nothing bad had happened.
She thought she was protecting her status and her high position.
She had no idea that her whole life was about to change forever.