Chapter 11
Two bodies intertwined on the sofa, breathless gasps breaking the silence. Their faces remained obscured, leaving the guests to murmur among themselves.
“Who are they? To think they would dare ruin Mr. Warhol’s wedding–this won’t end well for them.”
“Exactly. Everyone knows how much he loves his fiancée. Turning his wedding into this mess? He’s going to explode.”
But Grayson recognized them instantly. The figures on the screen–himself and Ruby.
Rage surged through him. He spun toward the emcee and roared, “Turn it off! Shut it down now!”
The emcee had only been following Violet’s instructions when he played the video. He had no idea what it contained. The moment
the first frame appeared, his stomach dropped. He rushed backstage to stop the video, but panic made his hands fumble. The
computer froze, refusing to respond.
On the screen, the video reached its climax. The woman, who had been resting her head against the man’s shoulder, lifted herself
up and began to undress. The man, following suit, unbuttoned his shirt.
Then, as the camera angle shifted, the entire room saw it clearly.
