Julian: What... what is this video, Clara?
Clara: Look closely at the side table behind the bridal suite, sir.
Victoria: Give me that phone right now!
Victoria lunged forward, her lace wedding gown rustling as she reached for the device, but Julian pushed her arm away.
Julian: Stay back, Victoria!
Victoria: Julian, she is making things up! Don't look at her garbage phone!
Julian: My God... look at your hands in this video.
On the high-definition screen, a recorded clip showed Victoria standing alone near the wedding cake five minutes before the ceremony. She looked around nervously, pulled a small glass vial from her bridal clutch, and unstopped the cap.
The video clearly captured her pouring a clear, viscous liquid into the specific glass of orange champagne meant for the groom.
Julian: YOU TRIED TO POISON ME?!
Victoria: Julian, no! That isn't what it looks like!
Julian: It shows your face! It shows your ring!
Victoria: That video is a fake! She edited it to destroy my marriage!
Clara: I recorded it from the pantry doorway, sir! I saw her put the vial back in her white fur purse!
Julian: You tried to kill me on our wedding day?!
Julian stared at the video in complete shock, his chest heaving as disgust and horror washed over his handsome face.
Victoria: It was just a sleeping draught! I just wanted you to sign the trust fund paper while you were drowsy!
Julian: A sleeping draught?! That vial has a toxic hazard label on it!
Guest 1: Did she really try to poison him?!
Guest 2: Look at her face! She's guilty!
Victoria: Shut up, all of you!
Realizing her crime was exposed to the entire room, Victoria turned on her high heels and attempted to run toward the grand hall exit.
Eleanor: You aren't going anywhere, you monster!
A wealthy woman in an emerald silk gown stepped directly into Victoria's path, grabbing her shoulder and slapping her hard across the face.
The sharp impact echoed off the marble walls, sending Victoria stumbling back in utter shock before she collapsed onto her knees at Julian's feet.