Edward's body slammed into the seven-tier champagne tower beside the stage. Hundreds of crystal glasses crashed to the floor. Champagne mixed with shattered glass, soaking his expensive custom suit.
He struggled on the floor, bracing himself against the drenched carpet. He tried twice to stand. He couldn't.
Nia gathered up her bridesmaid dress and hurried onto the stage. She reached out to help him.
"Mr. Jones, are you okay?"
Edward violently shook her hand away. Using the backdrop behind him for support, he finally staggered to his feet. His suit was crooked, his hair a mess.
He pointed straight at Charles. "Eleanor, have you lost your mind? Where the hell did you find this nobody to crash my wedding?"
Nia immediately stepped in front of Edward. Grabbing the microphone, she shouted
