“They never left my jacket,” Ryan said.

“I slept with it on the chair right next to my bed.”

I snapped the velvet box closed and handed it back to him.

He slid it deep into his pocket.

“Hold on to them until we get to the altar,” I said.

“Nobody is getting near these,” Ryan said.

I left Chloe and Ryan to guard the real dress and took the service elevator down to the fourth floor.

The digital clock in the elevator read exactly eight in the morning.