bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Elsa sat before the vanity, her

hands together. "You're marrying the richest man

"Not just the richest, Clara. The most hands

to her younger self, back to the days when she would run long distances just to catch a glimpse of Liam riding his horse. She co

him. She had idolized him from afar, the boy who seemed larger than life. Never in

had been close friends with them for generations. It was always whispered among relatives that Elsa a

hildhood. But that was before. Before Liam and his fa

as a child, something was different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it-w

ra waved a hand in front of her fac

, shaking off the unease creeping into her h

o fix Elsa's veil. "It's not every day you m

Clara added with

her chest. She told herself that everything was fine, that this was the moment she h

flicker of doubt ref

looking every bit the man she had always admired. His dark suit hugged his broad shoulders, and his piercing eyes locked onto her

his gaze seemed to flicker out, replaced

him, his smile perfectly charming. But there was an

, the flowers, the soft glow of candles. But her mind kept drifti

, or was this man no longer