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On the wedding day, I woke up before dawn.
The condo was quiet, the wedding dress had already been sent to the hotel. I got up and pulled open the heavy curtains. The first light of dawn was breaking, casting a pale golden halo over the city.
I felt none of the nervousness or excitement a bride should have, my heart was as calm as a deep pool of water.
I carefully applied some light makeup, concealing the last possible trace of exhaustion under my eyes.
The woman in the mirror had clear eyes, filled with the resolve of someone who had burned all their bridges.
My phone screen lit up. It was a message from Preston, sent at three in the morning:
[Sera, see you tomorrow.]
Short and sweet, with his usual condescending air.
Perhaps in his imagination, I was too excited to sleep, savoring these few words of his “blessing” over and over.
I swiped away the notification without a change in my expression.
See you tomorrow?
Preston, we’ll be seeing each other very soon.
The doorbell rang. It was Linda and her makeup team, right on time.
They carried large and small cases, their faces beaming with professional, celebratory smiles.
“Sera, are you ready for the most important day of your life?” Linda gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, “Everything is in place.”
I nodded. “Let’s begin.”
I sat at the vanity, letting the makeup artist meticulously work on my face while the hairstylist tended to my long hair.
Throughout the whole process, I was unusually quiet and cooperative, even a faint, subtle smile playing on my lips.
Even Linda couldn’t help but whisper, “Sera, you’re even calmer than I imagined.”
“Because I know what I’m doing.” I said softly, looking at my reflection, which was gradually becoming more and more radiant.
Makeup and hair done, I changed into the pristine white wedding dress. The moment the lace veil was gently lowered over my face, my world seemed to be cast in a soft glow. But I knew that beneath this soft light lay a blade ready to be drawn.
My phone vibrated. It was Silas.
[I’m at the hotel. Guests are arriving. The Calloways and Felicity are here too, seated as planned. Don’t worry, I’m here.]
Attached was a photo taken from the angle of the bridal suite, showing a corner of the ballroom. I could clearly see Preston’s parents, and next to his mother, Felicity, in a pink cocktail dress, her face a mask of poorly concealed triumph and anticipation as she sat intimately close to Mrs. Calloway.
I replied: [Okay. Wait for me.]
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Chapter S
In the limousine on the way to the hotel, Linda went over the plan with me one last time.
“The ceremony begins, the music plays, and your father will walk you down the aisle. At the end of the floral archway, where Preston was supposed to be waiting for you… now,” Linda paused, a flicker of excitement in her eyes, “the man standing there will be Silas. The moment your father places your hand in Silas’s, the spotlight will hit Silas’s face, and the big screen will show it in close–up, making sure every guest, especially the Calloways, gets a crystal clear view!”
I could even picture it: Preston, standing at the altar, smug and self–assured, waiting to claim his “prize“, only to watch my father hand me over to another man right before his eyes.
What a magnificent scene that would be.
“Won’t Preston get suspicious?” I asked.
“He won’t,” Linda said with a sly grin. “I had someone tell him it’s for added dramatic effect–the groom stands with his back to the entrance and only turns around when the bride and her father reach him. It’s more romantic for the photos. An egomaniac like him will definitely think it’s some little trick you came up with to please him. He’ll probably even think you’re playing the game well.”
She really did know Preston well.
“What about the speeches?”
“According to the plan, there are no groom’s speeches. Only the bride and both fathers. Your father’s speech has been ‘optimized‘. I guarantee it will be full of ‘surprises‘.”
Linda winked. “Silas is ready too. After the ring exchange, he has a short, very pointed vow to make.”
Everything was set, an invisible net waiting for the prey to walk in.
When I arrived at the hotel’s private bridal suite, my father was already waiting at the door. He was wearing a sharp tuxedo. The moment he saw me, his eyes instantly turned red. He hurried over and clasped my hand tightly.
“Sera, my daughter…” his voice was choked with emotion. “You’ve been wronged.”
“Dad, I haven’t been wronged,” I said, squeezing his hand back, feeling the warmth and strength in his palm. “After today, everything will be better.”
My father nodded firmly, his eyes filled with support and determination. “A daughter of the Hayes family is not to be bullied so easily! Dad will have your back today, no matter what!”
There was a knock on the door. It was the wedding coordinator’s assistant. She whispered to Linda, “Linda, Mr. Calloway’s side is asking if the bride is ready. The ceremony is about to start.”
Linda glanced at me, and I gave a slight nod.
“Tell Mr. Calloway the bride is ready and we can begin at any time.” Linda instructed calmly.
The assistant acknowledged and left.
I walked to the floor–to–ceiling window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked down. A long red carpet was rolled out at the hotel entrance, a floral archway stood tall, and reporters had set up their cameras. The guests, dressed to the nines, mingled and chatted.
This was a highly anticipated wedding. The union of the Calloway and Hayes families was a major event in the city’s business world.
Preston, you must be enjoying this feeling of being the center of attention, right?
Soon, you will find out that the higher you stand, the harder you fall.
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“Let’s go.”
The show is about to begin.
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