Julian: Clara, sweetheart, you're letting emotions cloud your judgment[cite: 1]. This is our wedding day[cite: 1]!
Clara: Do not call me sweetheart[cite: 1].
Maya: My sister died three years ago from a heart condition, but before she died, she gave me this purse and told me to hide it!
Maya: She said the man who gave it to her forced her to sign a false confession claiming she embezzled five hundred thousand dollars!
Clara: Five hundred thousand dollars... that was the exact amount missing from my mother's trust fund after her passing[cite: 1].
Julian: This is ridiculous! I saved your father's business from bankruptcy after that money disappeared!
Clara: No, Julian. You presented the audit reports that blamed Sarah Vance for the missing money!
Julian: Because the evidence pointed directly to her!
Clara: You were the only person who had access to my mother's private safe that night[cite: 1]!
Julian's aggressive demeanor flared up again as he stepped into Clara's space, reaching out to grab her arm[cite: 1].
Julian: Listen to me, Clara! You are marrying me today! I am not going to let a floral assistant ruin my reputation in front of our families!
Maya: Look inside the small side pocket! Sarah said there was a USB drive hidden in the lining!
Clara immediately felt along the inner leather lining of the silver purse[cite: 1]. Her fingers brushed against a small, hard object tucked behind a tear in the fabric[cite: 1]. She pulled out a small black flash drive[cite: 1].
Julian: Give that to me!
Julian lunged forward, grabbing Clara's wrist forcefully to snatch the flash drive[cite: 1].
In a sudden burst of pure rage, Clara swung her free hand back with full power and slapped Julian hard across his face with a loud, violent crack[cite: 1].
The impact echoed off the white walls and light marble floors of the ballroom[cite: 1].
Julian stumbled back in complete shock, clutching his red, burning cheek as two hundred wedding guests gasped in utter horror[cite: 1].
Julian: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Clara stepped forward rapidly, pointing a sharp, commanding finger directly into his face, her eyes burning with unyielding fury[cite: 1].
Clara: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU SHOULD GO TO JAIL FOR THIS!
Julian: Clara, please! I love you! I did everything for our future!
Clara: You didn't do it for our future! You did it because you are a greedy, ruthless liar!
Clara reached into the hidden pocket of her white lace wedding gown and pulled out her smartphone[cite: 1].