Cynthia's grip on the flower tightened as she looked at Brandy, who just burst into the cathedral. Her father jolted on his feet. "What are you trying to do, Brandy?" He barked at her. Brandy ignored the glare from Mr Crade and continued walking forward with everyone's eyes on her.
"Who the fuck are you?" Kayce snapped, seriously pissed by everything.
"My name is Brandy Crade and I am Cynthia's niece. Mr Holland, you can't marry Cynthia." Brandy iterated again. Kayce burst into a fit of laughter because this was just too hilarious.
"Someone get her out of here," Kayce instructed, and then his guards got up from their seats to force Brandy away. Cynthia's hands were fidgety; she had no idea what idea Brandy had to stop the wedding, but she was clinging to the little hope that was presented to her.