“Do you think that trash will even show up?” Jonathan whispered to his best man. “She’ll probably be too ashamed. She’ll come in flip-flops.”
They laughed.
Then suddenly, a powerful engine roared outside.
This wasn’t the sound of an old sedan or a taxi.
This was the sound of extreme wealth.
Everyone turned toward the gate.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of the red carpet — a car worth over half a million dollars, even more expensive than the groom’s car.
“Who is that?” the guests murmured.
“Is there a billionaire attending this wedding?”
The driver, in uniform, opened the door and assisted the passenger out.
A woman stepped out.
She wore a red velvet gown that perfectly hugged her figure. A diamond necklace shimmered around her neck. Her face was beautiful, elegant, and filled with confidence.
“Who is she?”
“Is she a celebrity?”
Jonathan froze.
He recognized that face.
More radiant. More polished. More powerful.
It was Emma.
But she wasn’t alone.
Emma opened the back door.
