Chapter 63 Blood And Vows

• The chapel looked beautiful, filled with soft light from chandeliers and colorful stained glass windows. Lilies and roses decorated the pews, their sweet smell mixing with the scent of candles. The guests, dressed in their best clothes, sat quietly, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The organ played a gentle tune, and the music grew louder as the moment approached.
• Lily stood at the altar in her ivory wedding dress, holding her bouquet tightly. Her hands shook under her lace gloves. She wasn’t happy like a bride should be—she was scared. Dimitry stood next to her, his hand gripping her arm tightly. His smile was cold, and his sharp eyes scanned the room.
• The priest started the ceremony.. But Lily couldn’t focus. Her mind was racing, thinking about everything that had led her to this moment—the lies, the threats, the broken promises of freedom. She looked at the guests, hoping to see a friendly face, someone who might help her. But the room was full of strangers, their faces blurry through her tears.