I carried the bouquet and walked toward Ryan step by step.
He stood at the end of the aisle in a charcoal-gray suit, with a white rose pinned to his lapel and a gentle smile on his face.
The officiant read the vows. We exchanged rings, then kissed.
The guests applauded. Everything felt peaceful and beautiful.
Then the ceremony ended, and the ballroom doors suddenly flew open.
Nathan stood in the doorway with his suit rumpled, his tie crooked, and his eyes bloodshot.
Leon and Nolan hurried in behind him, both looking panicked. Sienna followed them, her face pale.
"Lyla... you can't marry him!" Nathan begged in a hoarse voice, his eyes red.
The entire room went silent.
Ryan stepped slightly in front of me and shielded me behind him. He frowned and asked, "Mr. Halls, is there a probl
