The two escorts, burly and stern-faced, immediately stepped forward. Without a word, they each took one of Melinda's arms.
Melinda let out a sharp gasp of indignation, her eyes wide with disbelief, as they began to drag her towards the exit.
"Get your hands off me."
"Who the hell do you think you are? Worthless morons."
"Henry, do something and stop that little slut from getting away with this."
Henry didn't want to admit that the lunatic woman about to be kicked out of the hall was his wife.
"I will surely kill that poor bastard who dared tell these fools to throw me out."
With Melinda's struggling form disappearing outside the hall, the crowd was left stunned.
Westley then turned his piercing gaze back to the trembling priest. The old man, still clutching the ancient scripture, swallowed hard and began to recite the sacred marriage vows once more.
