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he was stressing. " Tell Zey the truth," " Oh, I plan to... As soon as the wedding is over," he sighed. The wedding started five minutes later. The grooms wore white, and they looked fabulous. Todd was an emotional mess—as usual. The following day, I woke up with a throbbing headache. I groaned and whined incoherent words.

Chapter 15: The Interrupted Wedding Uno and Tangerine's wedding day had finally arrived. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining and a light breeze blowing. The coven had gathered together to witness the union of their leader and her love. Tangerine had never felt happier. She had put all the troubles of the past behind her and was looking forward to a bright future with Uno. She looked stunning in her white wedding dress, and Uno was equally handsome in his black suit.

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

But now, it was the exact opposite, and it was bound to change an awful lot of things. I wasn't as worried about myself, as I was about my father's wedding to Emily. Their union would be in serious jeopardy if she was coming out. That would be the end of the rosy future that awaited me if the wedding would just click. “You all thought you would leave me here to rot for twenty years, right?” She mocked on the phone with a kind of laughter that made me cold down to my bones. “Well, sorry I have to make it rain on your little parade, but I'll be out soon.”

Tony said. His hand rested gently on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be inside. Do well to join us soon enough,” “Yeah,” I blurted as he walked back the the ceremony. He was gone, but his words still lingered in the air. How was I to create my own happiness in a loveless marriage? I sighed, picking my glass of wine and turning to return to the party when I bumped into Mr.Jacobs. “Mr. Blackwood,” I snorted, hiding my anger and wanting to move from his side when he grasped my arm.

The wedding ceremony went on and went by, it was time to go to my new house and I couldn’t wait because I had a lot of imagination and excitement on how my wedding night will be. I didn’t understand the atmosphere in the car on our way home. Felix had been acting unusual after the wedding and I couldn’t help but ask how he felt and surprisingly I didn’t get a response from him, only a wicked glare and rolling of eyes. As confused as I was, I sat quietly and looked outside the amazing city thinking of ‘Mrs Bailey’ and giggling at the thought of it. “Your laugh is too loud” his deep voice said harshly “How?” I said looking at him with a confused look expecting an answer but all I got was rolli

I'd revised it countless times, hoping that someday, when we got married, that would be our wedding ring. "Where did you get that ring?" I asked. Vanessa's face lit up with pride. "Connor had it custom made just for our wedding." Connor smiled. "Selena, don't you think it looks beautiful on Vanessa's hand?" So he knew. He'd known all along what I'd been foolishly doing behind the scenes. It felt like someone was ripping my heart apart. I stared at him in shock. "Can I have my ring back?" He caressed Vanessa's hand. "Selena, some things were never meant for you."

I turned to look at Aidan, who smiled at me so falsely it could have been printed on a billboard. The rest of the dinner was one big blur of uncomfortable small talk and carefully framed answers to probing questions by Don Carlo. Thankfully, most of those questions I was prepared for with Aidan, so playing the role wasn't hard. Then Don Carlo leaned back in his chair, arms across his chest while fixing an unblinking stare on Aidan. "Well, when is the wedding?" The question was hanging in the air as if it was a live grenade. Aidan's green eyes widened slightly, but then he turned back to me. I faked a smile and pulled my chair closer to him, hitting his foot sharply under the table.

It looked like lipstick. And I didn’t own a red lipstick. “Zane… I was….” "You were the one who wanted a morning wedding, Lily,” Zane muttered, shaking his head. “I told you my friends were throwing me a bachelorette and that I was bound to be hungover, but you didn't listen to me." "It was the planner, not me, remember? She wanted us to be done with this on time because you told her you had something else to do at night. Zane…"

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."