Evelyn: What... what is that on your shoulder?
Clara: Don't touch me! Haven't you done enough?
Julian: Back away, Mom. I mean it. Get out of this church right now.
Evelyn: Julian, move out of my way. Let me see her shoulder.
Julian: Are you insane? You just struck my fiancee and tore her dress!
Evelyn: The scar... where did you get that scar?!
Clara: Why do you care? It's just a mark from my childhood.
Evelyn: A star... it's shaped like a five-pointed star.
Clara: I've had it as long as I can remember. The social workers said I had it when I was found.
Evelyn: Found? Found where?!
Clara: At the hospital doorstep in Boston, twenty-two years ago.
Evelyn's knees visibly shook. She reached down with trembling fingers, grabbing her designer pearl clutch bag. The zipper rustled wildly as she forced it open, pulling out a faded silver keychain tag shaped like a matching star.
Julian: Mom, what are you dragging out of your bag?
Evelyn: The matching tag... the one from the hospital nursery.
Clara: What are you talking about?
Evelyn: Twenty-two years ago... the car crash on the icy bridge near Boston...
Julian: You told me my baby sister died in that crash!
Evelyn: The police said the baby's carrier was thrown into the river! They never found her body!
Clara: I was found wrapped in a red blanket... with a tiny silver star tag in my pocket.
Evelyn: MY DAUGHTER... IT'S YOU!
Evelyn collapsed hard onto her knees directly onto the red carpet aisle. Tears burst from her eyes, streaming down her heavy makeup as she looked up at Clara in absolute horror and realization.
Evelyn: Oh God... what have I done? What have I done to my own child?!
Julian: Wait... Mom, stop. Are you saying Clara is... my lost sister?
Clara: No... no, this can't be happening. You hit me! You called me a gold-digger!
Evelyn: Forgive me! Please, sweet heart, forgive your mother!
Julian: This is crazy. We were about to get married in five minutes!
Clara: Julian, don't touch me right now. My head is spinning.
Evelyn: I searched for you for five years, baby. The private detectives... the search warrants... we gave up hope!
Clara: You gave up hope, but you spent the last six months treating me like dirt on the bottom of your shoe!
Evelyn: I didn't know! I thought you were after the family business and the trust fund!
Clara: That makes it okay? You only treat people with respect if they carry your blood?
Julian: Clara is right, Mom. The way you treated her was evil whether she's my sister or a stranger.
Evelyn: Julian, please... help me stand up. My heart is beating too fast.
Julian: Stay down there, Mom. You need to explain everything right now.