The cathedral doors parted to a flood of golden sunlight, the scent of orange blossoms and salt air swirling through the arched nave. My father's arm trembled beneath my grip as we took that first fateful step, his prison-bleached suit hanging loose on his gaunt frame. "Forgive me, mija," he whispered, his calloused thumb brushing my knuckles where they clutched his elbow. The weight of his guilt pressed between us heavier than the ten-carat diamond tiara Eve had fastened to my upswept hair. At the altar, Adam stood haloed in the stained-glass light, his black tuxedo tailored to lethal perfection. The way his gaze tracked my approach—like a wolf watching prey walk willingly into its jaws—sent heat coiling low in my belly despite myself. Behind me, Cara adjusted the endless train of my ivory gown, her maid-of-honor dress the exact shade of the Pacific at dawn. The bruises around her wrists from Lancaster security's "persuasion" had been artfully concealed beneath lace gloves. -
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