"Did he say five million?" someone exclaimed, the words tumbling out before they could stop themselves."Oh my, that's a lot of money," another guest whispered, fanning themselves with a folded wedding program as though the number alone had made the room warmer. "Will Mikael actually be able to hold up his end?""Hmph. Let's see him pull out any proof," Vivienne said with a smirk, tilting her chin up so the cameras could catch her confidence at its best angle."See, everybody? He's suddenly gone silent," Diane said, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looked around the room, gathering agreement like she was collecting votes. "Of course he can't provide any proof. Where's a useless nobody like him supposed to get the money for clothes that fine?""Someone should call the police," Ella added, crossing her arms with theatrical outrage. "These two need to be arrested for this. Impersonating wealth, or whatever the charge is called."A ripple of laughter moved through a small cluster of gues