Robert continued, his voice low and serious. “Remember David’s friend, the one he introduced us to during the rehearsal dinner? The one with the ‘business’ in Europe?”

I nodded, recalling the tall, charming man with the mysterious aura.

“He’s not just a friend; he’s a major player in a European art smuggling ring. The wedding was a perfect distraction for a deal going down tonight. That ‘changed’ menu? It was a signal to certain guests that everything was proceeding as planned.”

I stared at him, disbelief mingling with a growing sense of unease. “You’re saying the wedding was a front for a criminal operation?”