Julian: No... no, please, Mr. Sterling! We're family! We can work this out privately!
Arthur Sterling: Family doesn't beat and bruise a young woman for standing up for her rights.
Clara: You called me a stain on your reputation, Julian. Let's see how your reputation looks in an orange jumpsuit.
Margaret: You'll pay for this, Clara! You'll rot in hell!
Arthur Sterling: Lead them out, Captain. I don't want their filth contaminating my daughter's sight any longer.
Two massive tactical officers stepped forward, grabbing Julian and Margaret by their arms. Julian thrashed and screamed, his expensive tuxedo jacket ripping down the seam as he was hauled toward the grand double doors. Margaret shrieked hysterically, clutching her diamond necklace as officers dragged her past the stunned wedding guests who desperately tried to melt into the background.
Julian: Let me go! Clara, tell them to stop! Please!
Clara: You made your choice, Julian. Now live with the consequences.
Bride: What about me?! I'm an innocent victim in all of this!
Arthur Sterling: You were wearing a stolen diamond tiara that belonged to my late wife, young lady. Hand it over before I add receiving stolen property to your resume.
Chloe gasped, her hands flying to her head as she unclasped the sparkling tiara and dropped it hastily into the bodyguard's outstretched palm. She burst into tears, realizing her dream of marrying into high society had just turned into a massive criminal investigation.
Chloe: I didn't know it was stolen! Julian told me it was a family heirloom!
Arthur Sterling: Ignorance is a poor defense in a federal court. Deal with her accordingly, Captain.
Captain: Yes, sir. Let's move, everyone out of the way.
The heavy doors slammed shut behind the weeping bride and the handcuffed socialites, cutting off their desperate pleas. The ballroom fell utterly silent once again, leaving only Arthur, Clara, and the silent, watchful bodyguards standing among the wreckage of the expensive celebration.