{Lisa's POV}
Here comes the bride.
The music floated through the chapel, delicate and slow.
Every eye in that place was on me. I should’ve felt nervous, faint even. But I didn’t.
My hands were steady. My heart was loud, but steady too.
I walked slowly, deliberately, toward the man standing at the end of the aisle. Toward Ronan.
Petra had straightened my veil before the doors opened. Mrs. Jocelyn had given me her handkerchief like she expected me to cry. I hadn’t. Not yet.
But now, as I got closer, and he finally looked up—
Damn.
His black suit was tailored within an inch of its life. The wolf pin on his lapel glinted under the candlelight. And his eyes were locked on me like I was the only thing in this whole chapel worth seeing.
I swallowed, smiling despite myself.
He mouthed s
