Chapter 15: The Great Ring Heist
Chaos.
Pure, unfiltered chaos.
People were running.
Guests were shouting.
The wedding planner looked seconds away from resignation.
And right in the center of the disaster stood Grace Collins.
Pointing dramatically at absolutely nothing.
"THEY'RE GONE!"
Everyone froze.
"The rings?" Theodore asked.
"THE RINGS!"
Theodore immediately looked ten years older.
Understandable.
Very understandable.
Ivy pushed through the crowd.
"What happened?"
Grace grabbed both of her shoulders.
Hard.
Suspiciously hard.
"The wedding rings disappeared."
"Oh."
"OH?"
"I mean... that's bad."
"BAD?"
"Very bad."
The wedding planner suddenly appeared.
Holding three clipboards.
Nobody knew why.
"The rings were inside the bridal preparation room."
"And now?"
