Her smile completely vanished when she reached the altar and saw me standing in the center aisle, blocking her path to her groom.
“Elena?” Fiona’s voice lacked the smug confidence of her text messages. She looked at Julian, her eyes darting frantically. “Julian, get her out of here. Why is she here?”
“I was just admiring the venue, Fiona,” I said, turning slightly to face her. “It’s amazing what a person can afford when they use someone else’s inheritance.”
Fiona’s face went entirely white, the color draining so fast her makeup looked like a pale mask. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Marcus,” I nodded toward my attorney.
Marcus stepped forward, opening the leather folder and pulling out three copies of the certified forensic audit. He handed one to Julian, one to Fiona, and tossed the third onto the altar rail right in front of the priest.
“What is this garbage?” Julian snapped, ripping the paper from Marcus’s hand. He glanced down at the columns of numbers, his eyes widening as he recognized the corporate bank accounts of his own firm, intertwined with the routing numbers of my late grandfather’s estate.
“That is a formal notice of a frozen asset injunction,” Marcus announced, his voice carrying through the vaulted ceiling of the church like a thunderclap. “As of nine o’clock this morning, the state supreme court has placed a temporary restraining order on all personal and corporate accounts tied to Julian Vance and Fiona Hayes. The underlying cause is grand larceny, corporate embezzlement, and
