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's side entrance, peering t

heir feet, shouting and pointing. Reporters swarmed

e. He grabbed the "bride's" veil and ripped it off, revealing the

k back, t

microphone. "What the hell is going on?" he roa

face ashen, utterly speechless. Sharon had shrunk

security guards had her by the arms,

shrieked, her voice a piercing screech. "You planned this, you lit

ie shot back, unafraid. "You hire

was terrifying. She raised her hand,

r eyes shut, brac

t wait an

th and strode into the room. "Stop!" I ye

ballroom

every camera lens,

es, trying to see through the baseball cap and mask, but there

she saw me, relief and wor

elf between her and Barbara Stephenson. I

phenson?" I asked, my voice dangerously quie

chy, furious red. She pointe

ice sharp but no longer certain. "W

turned to face m

drained from their faces, it was confusion and a growing that filled the

y I had about family

expression a mix of surprise, anger, and wary appraisal-irritated by the intrus

an they wanted

th. The real fight

all cap and a mask that cover

porters, not the Stephensons or the Guys

who are you? What's your

e a stand-in? Then yo

really sell their da

d-in your ide

me to stop

is PR

ave, a deafening roar of voices layered

urst of light bleaching the ballroom white for a

standing in the

d there, gathering my streng

grip my arm, a sil

r and gave her a sma

my hands to my face, r