I waited in the bridal room at St. Aurelia Church in Westbridge.
The makeup artist adjusted my veil, gathered her tools, and left. A moment later, a knock sounded at the door. Elias entered in a formal black suit and stopped several steps away from me.
"All the guests have arrived," he said.
I turned to face him.
Elias gestured toward the hallway behind him. "If you don't want to walk down the aisle, a car is waiting at the rear entrance with a full tank. We can cancel the wedding right now. The Winslow security and legal teams will still honor the protection agreement in full."
I glanced toward the hallway, then turned back. I walked to the vanity, stepped out of my flats, and slipped into the white heels.
"I paid for this wedding gown myself." I straightened and looked at Elias. "T
