The fifty elite guests stumbled backward in absolute terror, scrambling away from Teresa as if she were toxic, while news photographers who had been quietly tipped off by Mateo’s unit snapped dozens of flashing photos of the region’s “queen” being surrounded by federal officers.
Chapter 5: The Comedic Payback
Completely unhinged by the sudden destruction of her social standing, her wealth, and her freedom, Doña Teresa lost all remaining composure.
“You ungrateful little brat!” Teresa screamed at me, her eyes wild with desperate rage as the officers stepped forward.
She grabbed a massive, four-tier mobile catering cart stationed beside the champagne fountain—loaded with fifty gallons of thick, sticky, bright-red strawberry fondue and chocolate cream cake intended for the wedding midnight snack.
Teresa grabbed the heavy metal handles of the catering cart, intending to shove it directly toward my emerald silk dress.
“I don’t think so, ma’am,” Corporal Mateo Salgado said dryly.
