PARALYZED MILLIONAIRE WAITS AT THE ALTAR BEFORE 400 ELITE GUESTS… THE BRIDE NEVER ARRIVES. THEN THE MAID STEPS FORWARD AND ASKS ONE QUESTION THAT DESTROYS EVERYTHING

Something weighted.

His assistant Roberto hurried over, phone in hand, face tense.

“Fernando… Marcela says she’ll be about twenty minutes late. Hair issues.”

Twenty minutes.

Fernando forced a smile he didn’t feel.

Brides were late. That was normal. Part of the tradition.

Except twenty minutes became forty.

Then an hour.

Then nearly two.

The garden began to hum.