Tiffany: Dad! No! You can't arrest my father at my wedding!
Officer: Ma'am, step back right now or you will be charged with obstruction of justice.
The officer clicked heavy steel handcuffs around Robert Vance's wrists, pulling him up from the chair in front of all two hundred wealthy attendees.
Father: Tiffany... call our corporate lawyer... tell him to post bail...
David: Your corporate lawyer dropped your account an hour ago, Mr. Vance. You have no legal representation on retainer.
The guests pulled out their phones, video recording every single second of the disgraced family being exposed in full daylight.
Guest 1: This is going to be on the front page of every news site by tonight!
Guest 2: The entire family is getting hauled away! Look at her dress dragging on the floor!
Tiffany: Stop filming me! All of you, stop filming right now!
Margaret: David, please escort the remaining guests to their vehicles. Offer them full travel compensation for their inconvenience today.
David: Right away, Mrs. Sterling.
Tiffany: Mrs. Sterling, wait! Please! I will get down on my knees and apologize to you in front of everyone! Please don't do this to me!
Margaret: An apology born out of suffering consequences is not remorse, Tiffany. It is cowardice.
Tiffany: I have nowhere to go! My apartment was leased under my father's corporate account!
Margaret: Then I suggest you find a job and learn what real work feels like. Good day, Miss Vance.
Margaret turned around calmly, her arm sliding through her son's arm as Marcus led her away toward the VIP private lounge, completely ignoring Tiffany's desperate screams behind them.
Tiffany: Marcus! Don't walk away from me! Marcus!
The venue security guards moved in, forming a line between Tiffany and the lounge doors.
Security Officer: Miss Vance, your fifteen minutes are up. You need to gather your personal items and leave the building immediately.
Tiffany: Do not touch me! This is my wedding gown! It cost forty thousand dollars!
Security Officer: If you do not leave peacefully, we will cite you for criminal trespassing and assault against Mrs. Sterling.
Tiffany looked around the vast, empty venue. The flowers were being torn down by the crew, the tablecloths pulled from the tables, and the expensive cake carried back into the kitchen. Her mother was sobbing near the exit, and her father was being loaded into the back of a police cruiser outside the high-key glass windows.
Maid of Honor: Tiffany... I'm taking a ride home with my boyfriend. I'm sorry.
Tiffany: Wait! You are my maid of honor! You can't leave me here alone!
Maid of Honor: You hit his mother, Tiffany. You lied about everything. I don't want my name attached to this nightmare.
One by one, her bridal party turned their backs on her, leaving the banquet hall until only Tiffany remained, standing alone on the dirty rug where champagne had ruined her long lace train.