Together, we navigated through the palace corridors toward the chapel, servants and staff scattering out of our way, expressions of relief and excitement on their faces. Word of Isaac’s drunken escapades with Ella had clearly spread, and everyone had likely been expecting the wedding to be called off.
As we approached the grand doors of the chapel, I could hear the murmur of hundreds of voices inside. My heart thudded against my ribs. Through the crack in the doors, I could see rows and rows of people all dressed in their finest, and all waiting for us.
Zelda primped me one last time, delicately fixing my lip gloss—and giving me a conspiratorial smirk—before it was time.
The doors swung open, and a hush fell over the crowd as Isaac and I appeared in the entrance. Everyone turne
