In a room, painted entirely white, brightened by tall cathedral-style windows that allowed soft daylight to pour in, golden furniture shone brightly beneath the chandeliers, and fresh flowers....white lilies, pale roses, and soft baby's breath lined every edge of the hall. Everything had been arranged meticulously in preparation for Louise and Orion's wedding.
Hundreds of guests sat in the rows of chairs, all dressed in expensive, tailored attire. Their jewelry sparkled beneath the lights as they whispered among themselves, though every pair of eyes remained fixed on Louise, who stood at the altar in his well-tailored creamy suit. The priest stood beside him, waiting with a small, patient smile.
Then the grand doors of the hall opened.
The sound alone was enough to silence the entire room. Every guest turned, and Louise instinctively followed their gazes. They all knew who had arrived.
