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
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