Sunlight filters through stained glass, casting shadows in the grand cathedral. At the altar, Luca stands rigid, trapped in a marriage he despises. The heavy doors creak open, revealing the bride. “Bianca...” he thinks, annoyance rising. But as she approaches, her expression is soft and uncertain. “She looks... different,” he muses, confusion washing over him. He can’t shake the feeling that something is off as she nears, her demeanour not matching his expectations.
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1Emberlyn Draconia
19/11/2024