Ella and her father ascended the staircase, Ella gripping his arm firmly. They looked stunning together; her father wore a classic black tuxedo, exuding elegance and grace.
As they traversed the hallway and stepped outside, all eyes turned to them, and guests rose in unison at the sight of their entrance.
The backyard was a breathtaking spectacle, adorned with rose blossoms, cherry-colored chairs, and an aisle encircled by red and white roses. The decorations sparkled under the sunlight, and the guests, clad in their finest attire, added to the charm of the occasion.
However, despite the beauty surrounding her, a sense of resentment brewed within Ella. How could someone as dashing as Patrick possess such a cruel heart? How could he even entertain the thought of causing pain to her famil
