Wealthy friends.

People who had known Arthur for decades.

I stood beside him in my carefully chosen gown, already picturing myself entering his mansion as his new wife.

The officiant began the ceremony.

Arthur held my hand.

His expression seemed unusually pleased.

Then, in the middle of our vows, he reached for the microphone.

The room became silent.

“My bride does not know one very important detail about me,” he announced.

Every guest turned toward me.