The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

chair in the second row, ignoring the terrified murmurs of the wealthy socialites sitting on either side of her. She calmly folded the lid of the briefcase back. Inside, neatly organized against black velvet lining, were several thick, legal-sized manila folders, and resting right on top of them was a gold shield secured to a thick leather lanyard.continue reading …