Sarah looked at her beautiful reflection in the full tall mirror on the bedroom wall.
Her white silk wedding dress fit her perfectly on this bright warm morning in Dallas.
She placed her trembling right hand gently over her soft pregnancy bump with real love.
Everything about this special day was supposed to be completely magical for her young family.
Mark was standing near the bright open window while adjusting his fine gray suit tie.
He looked extremely handsome but his quiet eyes seemed strangely troubled and very distant today.
Sarah walked over slowly and wrapped her arms around his waist with a warm smile.
Sarah: Are you nervous about the ceremony, sweetie?
Mark: I am just thinking about our future together.
She noticed a sudden twitch in his jaw as he looked down toward the floor.
A small wooden box sat open on the glass coffee table near the grand couch.
Inside the velvet box sat an antique silver ring with very tiny custom letter engravings.
Sarah bent down slowly to take a much closer look at the sparkling old metal.
Her heart suddenly missed a beat when she recognized the tiny engraved initials inside it.
The initials belonged to her late mother who had passed away many long years ago.
That ring had disappeared from her father's grand mansion safe three short months ago.
Sarah: Where did you get this mother's ring, Mark?
Mark: My mother gave it to me last night.
Sarah: That is impossible because this ring belonged to my own mom!
Mark gasped softly and quickly snatched the small box off the shiny glass surface.
His face went completely pale as he backed away toward the bedroom's heavy door.
Mark: You must be mistaken about the old initials, Sarah.
Sarah: I know my own mother's signature by heart, Mark!
She felt a sudden cold chill run down her back under the bright daylight.
Why would Mark lie about something so deeply personal on their joyful wedding day?
She wanted to believe her sweet fiancé, but deep down a cold fear grew.
The quiet room suddenly felt very heavy and filled with thick uncomfortable dark silence.
Outside on the bright green lawn, early wedding guests were starting to arrive quickly.
Loud laughter echoed from the sunny garden right below her second floor balcony window.
Sarah took a deep breath to calm her fast beating heart for her baby.
Sarah: We need to talk about this before we walk down the aisle.
Mark: We will talk right after the priest finishes the main ceremony.
He quickly walked out into the long hallway without looking back at her eyes.
Sarah stood alone in the huge quiet room with dark scary thoughts inside her head.
She pulled her phone from her purse to dial her rich father's private number.
David was a strong powerful businessman who always protected his beloved only daughter dearly.
The phone rang four long times before going straight into his automated voice mailbox.
Sarah: Dad, please pick up, I really need you right now!
She felt her eyes fill with heavy burning tears as she ended the call.
Something felt very wrong about this whole sudden wedding setup in sunny Dallas today.
She adjusted her long veil with icy cold fingers that would not stay still.
It was almost time to walk out onto the huge wide sunny grass garden.
She had to know the full truth before making this massive life binding commitment.