Three days after the incident at the chapel, the morning sun poured through the wide glass windows of the Vance Corporate Headquarters in downtown Chicago.
Sarah sat at the head of the boardroom table wearing a sharp navy business suit, her hair pulled back neatly in a professional bun.
Lawyer: Ms. Vance, all assets tied to Brandon's fraudulent accounts have been frozen by federal order.
Bride: What about the property deeds he tried to sign over to his associate?
Lawyer: Completely voided. The judge signed the emergency court injunction two hours ago.
Sarah's father sat beside her, smiling proudly as he looked at the thick stack of recovered legal documents on the table.
Sarah's Father: You handled the press conference this morning like a true leader, Sarah.
Bride: I had to set the record straight, Dad. Our family's company lost ten percent in stock value when the news broke, but it's already bouncing back.
Lawyer: Brandon is looking at a minimum of fifteen years in federal prison without the possibility of early parole.
Bride: Good. He can spend those fifteen years thinking about the mistake he made in that chapel aisle.
A soft knock sounded at the boardroom door, and Sarah's sister walked in holding little Lily by the hand.
Lily: Aunt Sarah! Look what I got!
Lily held up a brand-new, high-definition digital camera with a wide silver lens and a bright purple strap.
Bride: Wow, Lily! Is that your new director's camera?
Sarah's Father: I bought it for her this morning from the camera shop downtown. She is officially our chief family videographer now!
Lily: I'm going to record your next wedding, Aunt Sarah!
Sarah laughed softly, leaning down to give her niece a warm hug.
Bride: Next time, I think I'll skip the wedding and just take a nice long vacation to Paris with you and your mom.
Lily: Yay! Can we go on the big metal tower?
Bride: Absolutely, sweetheart.