Chloe: Get your filthy face away from me! Julian, do something! Call the police!
Julian: Evelyn? Is that... is that really you?
Evelyn: Does my voice sound different to you, Julian? Fire does terrible things to human vocal cords when you're trapped inside a burning car.
Chloe: Shut up! My sister died eighteen months ago in a crash off the cliff route! Her body was cremated!
Evelyn: You cremated an empty casket, Chloe. You paid off the county coroner to sign a fake death certificate so you could access my forty-million-dollar trust fund!
Chloe: That's a lie! You're an imposter! Security, grab her!
Two heavy-set security guards in black suits hurried down the aisle, reaching out to grab Evelyn's arms. But Julian held up his hand, his face completely drained of color as he stared into his former fiancee's green eyes.
Julian: Wait! Don't touch her yet! Evelyn... how are you breathing? We watched the car blow up!
Evelyn: You watched from your mirror as you drove away, Julian. You cut the brake lines on my sedan before I left the estate that night.
Chloe: Stop letting her speak, Julian! Look at her! She's crazy! She’s just some random burn victim trying to extort our family on our wedding day!
Evelyn: Am I a stranger, Chloe? Ask Julian about the matching birthmarks on my left shoulder. Ask him about the emerald necklace you're wearing right now—the one our grandmother left specifically to me in her last will and testament!
Chloe: My father gave me this necklace!
Evelyn: Because you stole it out of my safe deposit box two days after my supposed funeral!
Julian: Evelyn... if you survived... where have you been for a year and a half?
Evelyn: In a public charity hospital three states away, undergoing fourteen reconstructive surgeries without a single dollar to my name because my identity had been erased from every bank database in the country!
Chloe: This is a nightmare. Someone wake me up from this nightmare!
Evelyn: The nightmare is just beginning for you, dear sister. Did you really think you could wear my mother's silk veil and marry my fiance while my blood was still on your hands?
Julian: I didn't know, Evelyn! I swear to God I didn't know the brakes were tampered with! Chloe told me it was an accident!
Chloe: You coward! You helped me draft the fake affidavit for the probate court! You signed the real estate transfers yourself!
Evelyn: Keep talking, both of you. The entire room is listening.
A loud murmur washed over the three hundred guests sitting in the pews. Family members, corporate partners, and high-profile investors were exchanging terrified glances, whispering furiously behind their leather program guides. Chloe's father, billionaire developer Arthur Vance, stood up from the front row, his face red with blood pressure and embarrassment.
Arthur: What is the meaning of this outrage? Who allowed this crazy woman inside my daughter's wedding?
Evelyn: Hello, Father. Or should I say... former father? The man who signed away his oldest daughter's medical records without even visiting the morgue.
Arthur: Evelyn? My God... you're alive?
Evelyn: Surprised to see me standing on two feet? You were so quick to declare me dead so you could use my inheritance to bail out your failing construction company!
Arthur: That isn't true! We searched for you! The police said the vehicle was completely incinerated!
Evelyn: A local fisherman dragged me out of the river a mile downstream with third-degree burns over forty percent of my body! I spent three months in a coma while you three were drinking champagne in my penthouse!
Chloe: Father, don't listen to her! Throw her out! She’s ruining my wedding day!
Evelyn: Your wedding is over, Chloe. And your freedom ends today too.