Bridal suite infiltration
As guests began to arrive, I managed to slip into Cassie’s bridal suite, where she was getting dressed. As I tiptoed down the corridor, I heard quiet laughing and the murmur of voices. A bridesmaid exited the room, leaving the door ajar. I took advantage of the opportunity and snuck inside. Cassie turned, astonished to see me. ‘What are you doing here?’ she inquired, her gaze tightening. Knowing I needed to move quickly, I prepared myself for the confrontation.
Bridal Suite Infiltration
Confronting Cassie
I addressed her personally, explaining that I had a video recording of her damaging chat concerning manipulation. “You thought you could get away with all this?” I said in a firm voice. Cassie’s confident demeanor faltered for the first time. Her gaze flew around the room, looking for an exit. ‘You’re bluffing,’ she snapped, attempting to regain her composure. I took out my phone, prepared to show her the evidence. ‘Try me,’ I responded, keeping her stare.
Confronting Cassie
