"Simon, we need to talk," Sandy said after finally finding him at the crowded reception of the wedding that almost ruined her life.
"I have a better idea, let's dance," he said excitedly as he pulled her onto the dance floor.
"Uh maybe later," if you are still talking to me she said worriedly.
"Sandy, whatever you have to tell me just say it…I doubt that this day could get any weirder."
"Oh it can, it will, trust me." "You should sit down for this," she added quickly. "Simon you have to promise me you're not going to hate for what I am about to tell you," Sandy said after taking a deep breath.
"Sandy, I could never hate you, you are one of my best friends in the world," Simon assured her.
"Just promise me," she insisted.
"Ok, I pro…"
"I wouldn't be so hasty if I were you," Martin shouted to Simon from across the reception hall.
"What is he talking about?" "Does he know what you're about to tell me?" "Does this have something to do with Martin?" Simon asked not allowing Sandy to get a word in edgewise.
"Simon please just let me get this out and then you can ask all of the questions you want," she assured him.
"Ok,"
"There is no easy way to tell you this so I am just going to come right out and say it…Aaron is your son," she said nervously.
"What?" Simon shouted at her not at all hiding the fact that he was angry and dumbfounded.
"I said Aaron is…."
"I heard what you said," Simon shouted. "How could lie to mean about something important?" "And what about Martin, how could you lead him to believe he was father?" "And Ruthie….how could do this to Ruthie?" "You saw how tore up she was by it and how sad that made everybody else." "How could you lie to us…why…why did you do it?"
"I don't know," Sandy confessed in between sobs.
Meanwhile on the other end of the reception hall…