Tiffany: Brandon! Stand up and tell this old woman to give us back our ballroom! We haven't even cut the cake yet!
Brandon: Shut up, Tiffany. Just shut your mouth!
Tiffany: What did you say to me?! I am your wife!
Brandon: You're not my wife! The marriage license was never signed by the officiant! We never completed the vows before you slapped my mother[cite: 1, 1]!
Tiffany: That doesn't matter! We had the ceremony! Everyone saw us walk down the aisle!
Lawyer: Legally speaking, Miss Miller, without a signed license filed with the county clerk, you are simply a guest in an expired white dress[cite: 1, 1]. And right now, you are trespassing on private commercial grounds.
Tiffany: You can't do this to me! I have over two hundred thousand followers on social media! I will post video of how your resort treated me today! I'll ruin your business reputation!
Eleanor smiled softly, pulling a sleek tablet computer from her lawyer's briefcase and tapping the screen twice.
Eleanor: Go ahead and post your story, Tiffany. But before you do, let me show you what our estate security cameras recorded five minutes ago.
Eleanor held up the screen. In crisp, high-definition four-K resolution, the video clearly showed Tiffany shouting at Eleanor, pulling her hand back, and landing a vicious blow across Eleanor's face[cite: 1, 1]. The audio was crystal clear, capturing Tiffany screaming, "I don't want your pathetic gift! Get away from me!"[cite: 1, 1]
Tiffany: Where... where did you get that footage?!
Eleanor: This entire ballroom is equipped with forty security feeds, Tiffany[cite: 1, 1]. The footage has already been uploaded to our secure server, and my legal team has sent a copy directly to the local police department.
Tiffany: Police department?! For a minor family argument?!
Lawyer: Assault and battery on an individual over sixty years of age is considered felony elder abuse in this jurisdiction, Miss Miller. The police officers arriving outside right now aren't here for event management. They are here for you.
Tiffany’s face drained of all color, her arrogant posture crumbling instantly as red and blue police lights began flashing through the grand floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the lobby.
Tiffany: Police...?! No! You can't arrest me on my wedding day!
Eleanor: It isn't your wedding day, Tiffany. It's the day you learn that actions have consequences.
Tiffany's Father: Eleanor! Please! Have mercy on my daughter! She was just stressed from the wedding planning!
Eleanor: Stress does not give anyone the right to lay hands on another human being, Mr. Miller. You raised a spoiled, vicious bully, and now the state will educate her on basic decency.
Two uniformed police officers walked briskly into the hall, their heavy leather duty belts creaking with every step.
Police Officer: Eleanor Vance?
Eleanor: I am Eleanor Vance, Officer. The footage of the assault has been delivered to your department's digital intake desk.
Police Officer: We have reviewed the video, ma'am. Miss Tiffany Miller, please step forward and place your hands behind your back.