Chapter 6 - the rehearsal without a bride
The ballroom rehearsal began at five that afternoon.
Evelyn did not attend.
Instead, she drove to an old security office beneath one of the Vale family’s closed hotels. Marcus met her at a side entrance and led her through a storage area filled with broken chairs and covered furniture.
At the end of the basement was a locked steel cabinet.
He entered the six-digit code.
Inside were several hard drives, a monitor and an outdated control panel.
“I built the first estate security system for your grandmother,” Marcus explained. “She did not trust cloud storage. Every recording was duplicated here.”
“Why keep it secret?”
“She said the person controlling the cameras controls the truth.”
Marcus activated the monitor.
The screen displayed archived footage from the estate.
He selected the previous night.
At 3:41 a.m., Preston entered the west-wing corridor and used the silver key. He disappeared through a concealed door hidden behind Nora’s photograph.
At 3:58, Sophie approached the same hallway.
The footage had no sound, but Evelyn watched her daughter lean toward the door.
Preston emerged suddenly.
Sophie ran.
He seized the back of her denim jacket. She slipped free and fled upstairs.
Preston stood in the corridor for several seconds before returning to the hidden room.
“He lied,” Evelyn whispered.
“There is more.”
Marcus opened an access record.
The system identified every authorized entry by a stored profile.
Preston had entered with a temporary code.
The code had been issued from Celeste’s administrative account.
Evelyn felt no surprise this time.
“Can we see inside Room 17?”
“The internal camera was removed six years ago.”
“But you said no camera completely disconnects.”
Marcus opened another file.
A low-resolution image appeared.
It showed a dark room filled with monitors. Preston stood beside a desk while a woman in a gold-colored robe faced away from the camera.
Celeste.
Evelyn leaned closer.
Her mother placed a phone on the desk. Preston removed the denim jacket Sophie had left downstairs after dinner and practiced slipping the phone into its pocket.
They were rehearsing the accusation.
Evelyn stared at the screen until the image blurred.
“She planned it.”
Marcus nodded.
“But not alone.”
A third figure appeared briefly in the reflection of a monitor.
Only a shoulder and part of a face were visible.
“Can you enhance it?”
“I tried. The camera is too old.”
“Is it my father?”
“I can’t tell.”
The basement door opened behind them.
Naomi entered carrying a laptop.
“I have been calling you for an hour.”
“My phone is off.”
“That is probably why your mother has sent six people to search for you.”
Evelyn showed her the footage.
Naomi watched without speaking.
When it ended, she opened her laptop.
“I found something inside the appendix metadata. The document was created three months ago by an attorney working for Hawthorne Capital. But the original request came from Vale International.”
“My father?”
“The login belonged to him.”
Evelyn stared at her.
“There’s another problem,” Naomi continued. “Someone submitted a preliminary guardianship petition this morning.”
“For Sophie?”
“Yes.”
“Who filed it?”
“The applicant’s name is sealed, but the petition claims Sophie has displayed theft, aggression and compulsive lying.”
“They created the accusation before it happened.”
“They are building a record.”
A knock sounded from the stairwell.
Marcus checked the exterior camera.
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Preston stood outside with two estate security officers.
He was looking directly into the lens.
