Three hundred heads turned around.

A woman in a dark suit was walking up the aisle between the white chairs. Behind her were two more people in suits. And behind them, four uniformed police officers.

The woman held up a badge.

“Special Agent Karen Holt, FBI,” she said. “Tristan Vaughn, you are under arrest for wire fraud, bank fraud and money laundering.”

The harpist stopped playing.

Kelsey stood frozen under the arch of roses, in her white dress, holding her bouquet. Tristan's face went white. Then red. Then he did something I'll never forget.

He turned around and pointed straight at Dan.

“HIM!” he shouted. “This is him! He did this! He's jealous! He's been jealous since day one! He's a nobody, a bank teller, he made all this up!”

Everyone turned to look at Dan.

Dan stayed in his seat. He didn't say a word.

Agent Holt glanced at Dan. Then back at Tristan.

“Mr. Price isn't on this case, Mr. Vaughn,” she said calmly. “He removed himself from it four months ago. The day he found out you were marrying into his family.”

She nodded to the officers.

They walked up the aisle and put Tristan Vaughn in handcuffs, under an arch of white roses, in front of three hundred guests.