The bright wedding hall was filled with over two hundred guests dressed in expensive suits and gowns.
Floral arrangements of white roses lined the aisle, and light streamed through the stained-glass windows.
At the front of the hall, Victoria stood in a stunning white lace gown, holding a bouquet of orchids.
When the doors burst open, the music faltered, and every head turned toward the back of the room.
Victoria turned around, a radiant, triumphant smile spreading across her face as she opened her arms.
Victoria: Darling, everyone is waiting! You're almost late!
Mark: Stop the music. Turn it off right now!
The string quartet panicked, their bows squeaking to a sudden, awkward halt.
A low murmur rippled through the rows of wealthy guests as Mark marched down the center aisle.
He pulled Lily along beside him, his eyes locked onto Victoria with dark, icy hatred.
Victoria: Mark? What are you doing? Why is Lily crying?
Mark: Ask yourself that question, Victoria.
Victoria: What is the meaning of this scene? You're embarrassing us in front of our investors and family!
Mark: You think I care about investors right now?
Victoria: Honey, calm down. Step up to the altar so we can start the ceremony.
Mark stopped three feet away from her, shielding Lily behind his leg.
Mark: My daughter was waiting for me to remain her father! This wedding is not happening!
A collective gasp echoed across the vast chapel hall.
Victoria's cheerful smile completely dropped into absolute shock and horror, her mouth agape in disbelief.
Victoria: What... what did you just say?
Mark: You heard me. The wedding is over. Get out of here.
Victoria: Mark, are you out of your mind? Is this some kind of sick joke?
Mark: You know exactly why I'm doing this.
Victoria: I have no idea what you're talking about! You're making a huge mistake!
Mark: Am I? Then explain what this is!
Mark thrust his arm forward and hurled the crumpled paper straight at her face.