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Chapter 17

Author: Authoress Jessica
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-25 00:08:45

SLOANE

The car ride was quiet and tense, the type that hinted at something serious looming.

It wasn't just about cold feet, or some tension because of the killer next to me, it was something else.

I could feel it in my blood, in my bones and in my veins. The same way the wind danced with my hair.

The city seemed different, brighter than I remembered it.

Beautiful in a way that feels rare, being locked away made me appreciate the little things.

I saw the buildings and how everything moved in a blur, for a second I could feel a tear of drop running down my face.

I gasped and immediately checked the mirror I had inside my bag.

It was a false alarm. My mind was playing tricks on me and I was falling for it.

The second later the car came to a halt, I heard the wedding bells literally.

I saw a big church with doors so wide, my wedding train can fit in perfectly. I scoffed, of course Chase loved this.

The men at the entrance of the church all wore navy blue suits, white gloves and c
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