Shortly after his entrance, the parishioners rose from their seats as the music finally got softer. Second Esperah Dorrado came down the center of the congregation hall slowly. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that flared at the hips. She walked alongside a man I assumed to be her father. However, there was some distance between the two, and their gait seemed awkward somehow. I did not know if he was supposed to assist her down the aisle or if this was some kind of coercion.
Second Esperah Dorrado made it to the podium and stood on the left side of the morrim. Her father lifted the veil over her face, and I saw her heavy eyes and swollen cheeks. She did not want to be here. I glanced at Turner Perez’s blank expression and sensed that he might have been forced to go through the marr
