The music swelled gently through the grand hall, soft violins floating over polished marble floors and towering white roses.Guests whispered behind gloved hands, their eyes glittering with anticipation as they turned toward the aisle.It was a perfect wedding.Everything was flawlessExcept for Lucien.Lucien stood at the altar, tall and composed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his posture straight, his expression controlled.To anyone watching, he looked calm and unshaken. But his fingers, resting lightly at his sides, curled ever so slightly, the only betrayal of the storm beneath his skin.The memory came without permission, sliding into his thoughts so vividly it almost felt like he had been pulled out of the present.He could still see her clearly.The way she had stood there, like she didn’t belong anywhere, not in that place, not in that moment, not even in her own skin. There had been something fragile about her, but not weak. No… it was deeper than that.“Do you take Bian
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