Chloe’s groom, Lucas, backed away from her as if she carried a disease.

“You staged this whole thing?”

“She deserved to be humbled!” Chloe screamed, coming apart.

“She walks around pretending she’s better than us!”

Fiona swiped the tablet again.

A massive spreadsheet appeared on the ballroom screen, laying out a string of illegal payments from the Vance event company to shell vendors controlled solely by Chloe and Eleanor.