In the kitchen, the caterers were working tirelessly to prepare the best feast for the reception. The head chef, a stern-looking man in his late fifties, barked orders at his team.

"Presentation is the most important. I want those canapés to look as good as they taste," he instructed.

Mary, Emily’s mother, was overseeing the preparations. She hovered over the kitchen staff, her sharp eyes catching every mistake.

"This wedding must be impeccable and perfect," Mary said, inspecting a tray ...