The morning of the wedding rehearsal arrived. Everybody was occupied moving up and down the hall way. The whole ballroom was busy.
I was standing in the ballroom at the Vane Oasis Resort. The room was filled with orchids and the soft sound of string musicians getting ready. This place was like a show meant to celebrate the union of two rich families while hiding the problems beneath the surface.
Vivienne was yelling at an assistant near the altar. She was angry about the color of the silk drapery. "I said ivory, not alabaster " she shouted. Her diamonds sparkled under the chandeliers. "If the Montgomery crest does not look under the spotlights you will be fired before the cocktail hour."
I stood still a feet away wearing a pale gold silk dress that Julian had sent to my room. It felt li
