The Master's wife
White flowers lined the aisle in perfect arrangements, their sweet scent mixing with incense thick enough to choke on.
Every seat inside the chapel was filled, they were all waiting to witness the sacred union, waiting to watch me become the Master’s fifth wife, nausea twisted painfully inside my stomach.
Soft music began somewhere behind me, low and haunting, and the giant chapel doors creaked open with agonizing slowness, hundreds of heads turned toward me at once, Mother Ruth smiled beside me, pride glowing in her eyes.
“Go,” she whispered.
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