“Is what she’s saying true?” She asked quietly. Did you really treat her like that?
Sarah I Jonathan reached for her arm but she pulled away. Did you? Sarah demanded her voice harder now.
Jonathan looked around the room desperately but he found no allies. Every face was looking at him with disappointment, disgust or anger.
These were his friends, his business partners, the people he had invited to celebrate his success.
But now they were all seeing him differently. I was just Jonathan started weekly. She was homeless and I was successful and I thought you thought you were better than her.
Sarah finished. You thought because you had money and she didn’t, you could treat her however you wanted.
That’s not. Yes, it is. Sarah said her eyes were filling with tears now. Oh my god, that’s exactly what it is.
I’m standing here in a wedding dress about to marry a man who gets pleasure from mocking homeless people.
What kind of person does that? Sarah, please, Jonathan begged. Don’t do this here. Not in front of everyone.
You didn’t care about having an audience when you humiliated her, Sarah shot back. Why should I care now?
She looked at Elena and her expression softened. I’m sorry, she said. I had no idea.
If I had known what kind of person he really was, I never would have agreed to marry him.
“It’s not your fault,” Elena said gently. “You didn’t know.” Sarah nodded, tears streaming down her face now.
Then she turned back to Jonathan. “We’re done,” she said. I can’t marry someone who treats people like this.
I won’t. Sarah, wait. Jonathan called out as she turned and walked away, her white dress trailing behind her.
But Sarah didn’t stop. She walked straight out of the ballroom and several of her bridesmaids hurried after her.
The room erupted in whispers and murmurss. People were talking over each other, shocked by what they had just witnessed.
Jonathan stood at the altar alone, his face a mask of shock and humiliation. The microphone hung forgotten in his hand.
