I stepped forward, walking straight into the blinding light.
At first, no one noticed me.
Murmurs spread through the room, rippling outward in waves.
"Wait... who is that?"
"Why does she look like the bride?"
"No way, the bride is supposed to come from the back entrance. And why is she dressed like that?"
"Her face... is that an injury?"
Brian was standing at the center of the stage, about to take the microphone from the emcee.
He caught the faint disturbance in the audience and instinctively looked over.
Then he saw me.
Our eyes met.
More and more guests turned their heads, sensing something was wrong.
"Stop her!"
Brian finally snapped out of his shock and roared.
Security guards rushed toward me in panic. But it was too late.
Under the gaze of hundreds of people, I calmly
