Selen stumbled on her four-inch heels as she hurried toward the front gate, wedding dress billowing around her like a cloud of expensive silk and lace. The call had come at the perfect moment—she'd been pacing in her dressing room, furious about the delay. The ceremony should have started twenty minutes ago.

"This better be worth it," she muttered, checking her diamond watch.

The wedding planner had nearly had a stroke when Selen announced she was stepping out. "But Miss Rivera, the guests ...