“Zion, what are you doing?” Arwen’s voice cracked—soft, but enough to shake everyone who heard it.
She was still standing at the edge of the grass, her red dress fluttering lightly, a stark contrast against the white altar in the distance—now a witness to ruin.
She didn’t yet know whose wedding it was supposed to be. Didn’t know that the destruction of that night began with a single mistake—an invitation she should never have received.
Ryan strode quickly toward her. “We’re leaving. Now,” he whispered firmly, glancing at Zion, who still stood nearby—staring at Arwen as if he’d just found his life again.
But Zion took another step forward. “No. Not until I speak to her.”
Isolde’s red, tear-filled eyes locked on him, her voice trembling between fury and despair.
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