Aria’s heart hammered as the limousine came to a slow stop outside the cathedral. She stared at the towering building through the tinted window, her throat tightening. It wasn’t just the imposing structure or the weight of the event—it was everything. The lavish details, the endless buzz of activity, the thought of what she was about to do.
She was marrying Sebastian Beau Leclair.
Her hands tightened around the bouquet in her lap, a bundle of white roses and soft greenery tied with an elegant ribbon. The bridal party sat around her in relative silence, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.
“Oh Ari,” Leah said softly breaking the quiet as she leaned closer. She wore the same blush chiffon gown as the others, the fabric delicate and flowing. Her eyes practically shone like diamonds as
