Chapter One Soren’s Pov“You’re joking.”The words came out flat and clipped, but the silence that followed told me nobody thought it was funny. Not the wedding planner wringing her hands, not the trembling assistant who looked like she might faint. Not even Clara, my sister, who had never been speechless in her life.“She’s gone,” the planner whispered, her voice cracking like glass under pressure. “Celeste… she’s not coming.”I stared at her. At the pristine chapel lined with white roses, the chandelier dripping with gold, the flashes of cameras waiting outside. At the hundreds of guests dressed in diamonds, pearls, and ambition.“She wouldn’t,” I said. It wasn’t hope. Celeste Moreau was many things, vain, spoiled, manipulative, but she was not stupid. She wouldn’t walk away from the deal of the century.But my sister’s eyes told me otherwise.“She’s not in the hotel nor in the dressing room, not anywhere.” Clara’s voice softened. “She left, Soren.”A cold, hollow sound filled my
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