27
Twenty-four hours later, I’m standing in a stone passageway that leads to the Chapel floor. The place is packed. All the tiered seats are filled with dignitaries, and an even larger crowd is crammed onto row after row of wooden chairs on the Chapel floor. The hum of voices echoes through the stone hallway.
This is really happening. In a few minutes, I’m about to get married.
I fidget in my white gown. What’s wrong with me? I should be overwhelmed with joy. Instead, I can’t shake this odd feeling of foreboding that weighs down my shoulders.
Cissy stands beside me, straightening out my skirt and veil. “You look gorgeous, Myla.”
“Thanks.” The word comes out with a sigh.
Cissy pauses. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Is it your father? He said he might be late.”
I frown. “He did? Whe
