EMILY'S POV
The organ began a soft hymn, as I walked into the chapel. I released a tiny nerve wracking sigh, not surprised to see just a few people quietly sitting in the pews.
I didn't even expect anyone would come, seeing as we were hurriedly getting wedded outside of Italy.
Dante stood near the altar, beside the priest, his hand clasped behind in a composed stance. As I walked further down the aisle, our eyes locked and I quickly looked away, gripping my bouquet much firmly.
Just when I thought I’d made peace with my fate, disbelief hit me all over again. I was marrying Dante.
Within seconds, I got to the altar and the priest smiled warmly at me.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." He began.
"Amen." The few people in the congregation replied.
