No One's Pov
Hidden behind the garden, just far enough to not get notice was Elias, watching the ceremony. His chest burned with every breath but the pain only fueled the twisted grin on his face.
He adjusted his gloves, his eyes fixed on the back of Vivien's neck.
"Oh my Viella... or should I say my Vivien..." he whispered, his voice rasp. "You hurt me so much. First, you stab me through the heart, and now you're marrying another guy who isn't me? Tsk, tsk... you're so cruel."
He leaned against a pillar, watching as Dante took Vivien's hand. The sight of Dante's fingers interlaced with hers made Elias's blood boil, but he didn't move. He savored the beautiful white dress she wore- the same dress he intended to see soaked in red.
"But it's okay," he chuckled, the sound dark.
"Since I attended your wedding... I can't leave without giving you a wedding gift... can I?"
