What happens next?

He swept off the beads of sweat that had dotted around his forehead and walked to the window while holding on to the piece of paper as if his life depended on it. He glared through the window like he would miraculously spot someone holding up a placard that said, "I left that note in your hotel room!" Wedding guests were already trickling to the central hall in their tuxedos and overly expensive looking outfits. Takunda glanced at the note once again. "If you walk into that hall you are a dead man", is was spelt out in black and white. Regardless of it only being five degrees celcius outside, he took off his jacket and opened the window. Gusts of wind slapped on his face and he stood still hoping to wake up from what felt like a nightmare. He knew he was not exactly a saint so it was no surprise that someone wanted to sabotage his big day but who could it be?