The afternoon heat felt suffocating as the drama unfolded further.
Clara tried to hold back her tears, but they spilled over.
Hot salt trails ran down her carefully made-up cheeks rapidly.
She gripped the silk of her wedding dress with trembling fingers.
Her dream of a quiet, happy life was shattering into pieces.
Clara: You stood there and watched them ruin everything today!
Julian: I am trying to fix this right now, Clara!
Clara: You didn't fix anything; you just lied to my face!
Julian: I only wanted to protect you from the stress!
Clara: How could you let this happen to me right now?
Julian reached out to touch her arm, but she pulled away.
She stepped back, her eyes flashing with intense, burning anger.
The photographer stopped taking pictures and lowered his big camera.
The minister stepped back, looking terribly uncomfortable in his robe.
Evelyn crossed her arms, looking satisfied with her dirty work.
Evelyn: You see what kind of man he really is now?
Julian: Get out of here before I call the police!
Evelyn: Call them, Julian. Let them check the fraud reports too.
Clara gasped aloud as the word fraud hit her like a strike.
She looked at Julian's panicked face and saw the true guilt.
He couldn't look her in the eye for more than a second.
He swallowed hard, his throat moving nervously under his collar.
Clara: You used my name on legal documents without asking?
Julian: It was just a formality to secure the mortgage!
Clara: You committed a crime using my own personal name!
Julian: I was going to pay it back next week!
The crowd broke out into furious whispers across the lawn.
Clara felt like the ground was crumbling beneath her feet.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling voice.
She reached into the hidden pocket of her gown for help.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around her cold glass mobile phone.
There was only one person left in the world she trusted.