When the crier didn't call the wedding bells, Elena Hart knew something was wrong.Since she came to St. Michael's Cathedral they had been playing every five minutes, filling the big hall with beautiful and hopeful music.There was nothing now.Only silence.Elena was leaning against the huge wood doors to the sanctuary, holding a bunch of white roses in her large hand, the stems of which were starting to sting her hand.By the second, her bridal gown was heavier.Chloe whispered, "He's coming.Elena swallowed."Of course he is."She was sure of herself and said it.Well, at least she attempted to.Through the narrow opening between the doors, she could see hundreds of guests waiting.New York's haves and the haves not.Business partners.Politicians.Socialites.Those who have been gossipers for years about the Hart family, and its shame.This day was supposed to change that.If it were today, Elena Hart would get married and become Mrs. Ethan Carter.And maybe lastly people would st
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