Two weeks later,
Gwyneth was at the entrance of Heatherwood Hotel, greeting everyone arriving for her wedding.
She was in a white wedding dress, standing beside Kieran. They made a stunning couple, catching the eye of everyone around them.
“The wedding’s in half an hour,” Kieran said, looking down at Gwyneth’s high heels. “Are your feet hurting from those?”
Gwyneth shook her head, smiling sweetly. “Nope! My feet are fine. I’m just really happy.”
Roderick and Felicia looked at her, grinning with pride. They’d watched her grow up and knew she had a heart of gold.
Money was never an issue for the Lauders, and they’d hoped for a long time that Gwyneth would marry into the family. Now, it was finally happening.
Meanwhile, Asher was geared up with a mask and a cap. He quietly snuck into the hotel’s basement parking lot. He slipped into the elevator with a bag of powder in his hand.
Half an hour later, the officiant took the stage, and the ceremony began. Franklin took Gwyneth’s hand, walked her over to Kieran, and handed her to him.
Once Gwyneth and Kieran had given their speeches, they downed their drinks, and the meal was served. The big screen lit up with their wedding photos as they toasted every guest.
As the guests dug into their meals, they suddenly clutched their stomachs, groaning in pain. Gwyneth and Kieran were in shock.
“What’s wrong?” Kieran asked the hotel manager.
The manager had a thought. He grabbed the phone and called the police. “I think someone’s poisoned the food!”
Gwyneth shot a nervous look at Kieran. “Could it be Asher?”
