CHAPTER 30-WEDDING

Henry Franklin Constantine nervously sat in his seat at the wedding of his friend, Prosecutor Tristan Morris at the White House.

It was held at the grand east room of the prestigious White House.

He shifted uncomfortably as he scanned the room, feeling out of place among the wealthy and powerful guests who surrounded him.

Henry couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame as he overheard the whispers and stairs aimed in his direction.

"How did he earned his invitation?" he heard one guest mutter, nodding in his direction, "He's the son-in-law of the Wellington family who ruined the precious cake at the Royal Event."

"I wonder why he's here, though, he looks completely out of place here," another commented, causing a flush of embarrassment to rise in Henry's cheeks.

"I heard he brings misfortune wherever he goes," said a woman who was a famous fashion designer.

Just as he was about to consider making a discreet exit, Tristan appeared at his side, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Henry,