The lead security guard pulled out his phone and dialed local dispatch quickly.
Richard grabbed Victoria's arm tightly, his face turning pale with absolute terror.
Richard: Victoria, apologize to Clara right now before he destroys our entire life!
Victoria: I will never apologize to this little girl from the countryside!
Clara wiped the remaining tears from her wet cheeks and stood up very tall.
She looked down at the torn fabric of her ivory silk wedding gown bravely.
Clara: Victoria, why did you open my private mail last week at the house?
Victoria froze in place, her eyes darting around the crowded garden nervously.
Victoria: I don't know what you are talking about, you silly girl!
Clara: You found my medical records and my bank trust statement in my bag.
Clara: You realized my father was Arthur Vance and you got scared of me.
Mark: Is that true, Victoria? Did you go through Clara's personal belongings?
Victoria remained silent as the guests began to murmur in disgust and anger.
Mark: You tried to frame her today so my dad wouldn't lose control of us!
Richard: Victoria, speak to me! Did you lie to me about her background?
Victoria: I did it for us, Richard! She was going to control our whole company!
Arthur took a step forward and placed himself between Victoria and his daughter.
Arthur: You are not going near my daughter ever again in this lifetime.
Arthur: My legal team is filing an emergency freeze on your business assets right now.
Richard: Arthur, please! We can fix this without lawyers destroying my firm!
Arthur: You stood by and watched your wife attack a pregnant woman in public.
Arthur: You lost your business the second you stayed quiet in that chair.
The loud sirens of police cruisers echoed in the distance coming down the road.
Mark covered his face with both hands, dropping to his knees on the grass.
Mark: What have we done? I ruined everything good in my life today.