POV: Vivian
The media firestorm starts while I'm still sitting beside Chase's hospital bed. My phone, which Sienna brought from my apartment along with clothes and necessities, explodes with notifications. News alerts. Social media mentions. Text messages from numbers I don't recognize. All of it documenting the scandal of the century unfolding in real-time across every platform simultaneously.
I make the mistake of checking. Make the mistake of opening my phone and seeing what the world is saying about yesterday's wedding disaster, about my objection, about Chase and me collapsing on church steps.
The headlines are brutal:
"Runaway Groom Collapses With Ex-Girlfriend at His Own Wedding"
"Cursed Bride Elise Vanderwood Released From Hospital; Engagement Officially Over"
"Fallen Starlet Vivian Ashford Destroys Sterling Wedding of the Century"
