Isabel's POV
"Take a deep breath," Amara whispered, her arm brushing against mine as she fixed the train of my gown.
I nodded stiffly, clutching the bouquet as if for dear life. My fingers were shaking, but I couldn't let go. The pictures swam in my head; my knees wobbled. My head buzzed with so many questions and no answers.
"Are you sure about this?" she whispered, her face inches from mine.
"Stop asking me that," I hissed, barely moving my lips. The last thing I needed was the rest of the bridal party overhearing.
"You don't have to do it," she pressed, her voice low now. "You can still walk away."
"I can't," I said sharply, my tone sharper than I intended. "Not here. Not now."
Amara opened her mouth to argue, but the sound of the organ music starting up cut her off. Her face sof
