David sat in his private office three miles across the sunny city.
He looked at an old framed picture sitting on his mahogany desk.
The picture showed a kind woman standing outside a humble farmhouse.
That woman had worked two jobs to pay for his college education.
She had given up her own comfort so he could build his company.
David loved his mother more than anything else in the world.
Assistant: Sir, the limousine is ready to take you to the venue.
David: Did my mother arrive safely at the main estate?
Assistant: She took a quiet taxi so she would not disturb anyone.
David smiled because his mother was always very humble and sweet.
He had kept her identity quiet to protect her from greedy people.
Jessica knew that David came from very humble southern roots.
However she never cared to ask about his family history.
She only cared about his money, his cars, and his high social status.
David thought Jessica would learn to be kind over time.
He hoped that marriage would teach her how to love people truly.
He stood up and adjusted his formal black silk bowtie.
David: Today is the day my family finally comes together.
He grabbed his coat and walked out toward the black car.
Meanwhile back at the venue, Jessica was still shouting at staff.
Jessica: Pick up those ugly red petals right this second!
Worker: Yes, ma'am, we are clearing the hallway now.
The old woman sat quietly on a wooden bench outside the door.
Her knees hurt from the long journey she had made that morning.
She had traveled six hours on a slow bus from a small rural town.
She wanted to see her son get married to the woman he loved.
She did not want any money or praise from the wealthy guests.
She only wanted to hold her son's hand on his big day.
Two security guards walked quickly down the carpeted hallway.
Guard: Ma'am, you need to step outside the building right now.
Eleanor: Please let me wait near the door for my boy.
Jessica: Get her out of here before the photographer arrives!
Jessica crossed her arms and glared at the elderly woman.
She thought she was master of her clean wedding kingdom.
She felt no mercy for the poor woman sitting in front of her.
The guards reached out to grab the old woman's arms.
The old woman held her small purse close to her chest.
A sudden cold wind blew through the open front archway.