Chapter 7 - The Wedding Day Arrives
The grand cathedral in downtown Atlanta was decorated with ten thousand white roses.
Hundreds of elite guests from the city's high society filled the polished wooden pews.
String quartets played soft classical music beneath soaring stained-glass windows.
Gavin stood at the altar in a custom Tom Ford tuxedo, looking effortlessly charming and dangerously smug.
I walked down the long aisle in a stunning, hand-stitched ivory gown, my veil covering my face.
Every step felt light, steady, and filled with quiet power.
Naomi and Elijah sat in the front row, beaming with arrogant pride.
They believed they had eliminated every obstacle in their path.
The priest began the traditional wedding liturgy, his voice echoing through the vaulted ceiling.
"If any man can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let him speak now, or else hereafter forever hold his peace."
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The heavy oak doors at the back of the cathedral suddenly flew open with a deafening crash.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the marble aisle, drawing every eye in the room.
