glanced at Vanessa.
“Because I suspected someone might try to ruin your day.”
Silence filled the room.
Then Catherine disclosed something extraordinary.
Two weeks before, she’d overheard Vanessa tell Mother that my wedding needed a “little disaster” to make me humble.
Initially, Catherine dismissed it as another nasty comment.
Still, she contacted the wedding planner to arrange extra security around the bridal suite.
That morning, Vanessa accessed the room with a spare card she’d convinced Mother to obtain.
Corridor security footage showed her entering with a small sewing kit.
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