Hundreds of eyes, including those of Mr. and Mrs. Di-grassi, were on them. But the one who was frozen like a statue was Fernando.
He was at the altar beneath the floral arch, watching as the woman he was meant to marry approached with another man. Someone… he'd never seen before.
Cameras were everywhere, broadcasting. Pictures were being taken nonstop.
Gasps erupted in the air, and some of the guests quickly took their phones out to record.
"What is this?" one of them whispered, a stunned smile on her face.
Another one of the wealthy women slapped a palm over her mouth and chuckled. "Is this some kind of soap opera?" She nudged her husband. "Honey, do you know what's going on?"
"How would I know?" The husband glared at her. "We're guests."
Savannah Di-grassi peered, gaze leveled. She couldn't take her eyes off Viviana. Not only had she walked in here with another man, but she'd come in a tattered-up dress and… barefoot.
F**king barefoot!!
