He tilted Marilyn's chin up and kissed her right there.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
"Not bad, not bad! Swapping brides is a great idea!"
"Call it resource reallocation. Nothing goes to waste!"
"Right? All they need to do is change the name on the marriage certificate!"
"Every man would rather marry a blank page like Marilyn than yesterday's news like Sandra!"
Hearing all this, Greta's stiff expression finally cracked into a thin smile.
"Fine. We'll do what your family suggests. The bride is swapped."
Applause filled the room.
Everyone seemed to think it was a brilliant solution.
No one cared about my humiliation. No one cared about the lies smeared across my name.
"Wonderful. Truly wonderful!"
I let out a cold laugh, brought the microphone to my lips, and clapped along as I walked onto the stage.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You want to cause another scene?"
"It's settled! Get lost, you shameless tramp!"
Greta jabbed her finger at my face, screaming.
I ignored her completely and pointed at Marilyn, who was curled up in Harrison's arms below the stage.
"You and your son are so sure she's a blank page?"
Harrison and Greta exchanged a glance, neither understanding what I meant.