The morning sun rose over the De Silva Estate, bathing the grand mansion in a warm golden glow.
Today was different.
Because Aciel Vance De Silva was getting married.
From the earliest hours, the estate bustled with activity. Luxury vehicles lined the entrance while the finest florists placed thousands of white lilies throughout the venue. Crystal chandeliers reflected the morning light, making the grand hall sparkle as though it had been touched by heaven itself.
Outside, hundreds of armed De Silva guards stood watch.
Every entrance was secured. The rooftops had snipers. Each guest had been verified.
There should be no interruptions. Not today.
Inside the bridal suite, Xylia sat quietly before the mirror while several stylists completed the final touches to her makeup.
No one spoke. The room felt strangely peaceful.
