Brianna’s POV
The gasps from the crowd sounded in a loud melody. Whispers and chatters echoed through the small audience.
I looked around to find the source, to find the owner of the very familiar voice, only to find it belonging to my sister— Emily.
My eyes widened in shock as I took in the sight of Emily. At the far back of the field.
She held my gaze, her eyes wild, rimmed red with I shed tears. I couldn’t help but remain rooted in place, my only anchor being Adrian whose hands find mine. He held my hand, rubbing small circles at the back of it.
Adrian gestures to Barrett at the corner of the field. In no time security had grabbed her, escorting her out despite her struggling.
My father stood with silent observation, his eyes dancing between Adrian and I on the alter, a cold glare
