As the ceremony closed to an end, the priest asked the customary question, “Does anyone object to this union?” Matilda rose with calm confidence, her voice steady as she spoke. “Yes, I object.” The room fell silent, all eyes on her.
A collective gasp rippled through the room as her objection sunk in. She could feel the nasty looks she was getting from Melissa’s side of the room, but Matilda pressed on. “Vincent isn’t who he has made himself out to be,” she continued, “and I have proof.”