My wedding was playing a little video of my husband and sister

On my wedding day, a sex tape of Julian Hayes and my cousin, Sera Reed, suddenly flashed across the big screen.

Every friend in the industry, every media reporter, spun around to stare at me, camera flashes going off like crazy.

The air froze. Everyone waited for my reaction, expecting me to go ballistic right there.

But I just curled my lip into a cold, contemptuous smile and motioned for the staff to cut the video.

"Let them enjoy themselves. We wouldn't want to interrupt."

The big screen went black, cutting off the sickening images.