nticipation. The organ swelled, playing the majestic opening notes

his face was a mask of paternal pride. Through the delicate lace of her veil, B

n his wheelchair with a ramrod-straight posture, his pre

His touch was cool, his fingers surprisingly strong. S

uring pressure that communicated

a coiled spring of anxiety, constantly glancing at her watch and then toward a

be your lawfully wedded husband, to have

lready curling into a triumphant, vicious smirk. She w

, intense gaze. For a split second, the world fell away,

d her voice rang out,

d

oze, then crumbled. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her

turned to

, his voice firm, leav

the massive church doors at the back of the

, panting, his hair dis

!" he s

oving past a security guard who belatedly tried to intercept him. The air exploded with the frant

altar, grabbing for Bonnie's arm. His

him! He's a cripple! We're the one

d like wildfire. In the front row, Erwin's father, Howard W

sp on her lips, ready to play the

into her wrist. She looked at his desperate, pleading

She took a half-step back, positioning herself beside Arling

her expression a blank slate, w

spread across Arlington

curity guards to stand down. His gaze locked onto Erwin, and