But there was nothing left for me to do.The maids dragged me into the ceremonial hall. I fixed my eyes on Julian and shouted with everything I had."Julian, you coward."Your heart has only ever had room for Celeste. Why are you letting other people arrange you like this?"His mouth worked a few times, and in the end he pressed his lips together and said nothing.I shut my eyes in despair and let them move me like a puppet."Join your hands before the altar.""Bow to the house that raised you.""Now turn, and seal the—""Stop."A voice came from the doorway, commanding and worn with age, and a single tear slid from the corner of my eye.At last.The person I'd been waiting for had come.My grandmother, Isolde Hartwell, came through the doors leaning on her cane, unsteady on her feet.Father went still for a moment, then hurried over with an awkward smile."Lady Hartwell."What brings you here? You've come at the perfect moment. Someone bring the seat of honor."Today
Read more