"Stop the wedding!" Adrian's voice thundered across the grand cathedral, cutting through the sacred silence like a knife.
The guests gasped.
Some clutched their chests, others stood in shock. Cameras dropped. All eyes turned toward the altar.
Adrian stood firm, his black tuxedo dusty from crawling through hidden passages to reach the pulpit.
He removed his mask and gasps filled the air as familiar faces finally recognized the ghost they thought long dead.
Marcus stood quickly, his hand twitching toward the guards. "Seize him!"
"No," Adrian raised a hand, voice steady. "Let me speak. One last time."
There was hesitation. Even Marcus, ever so arrogant, wanted to hear what he had to say.
Adrian turned to Evelyn, who stood frozen beside Damien. Her white gown shimmered but her face had
