Chapter 56 The Vow Beneath The Silence

• Luna’s POV
• The church bells echoed like quiet ripples across the Italian countryside, soft and distant, as though they belonged to someone else’s moment. The sun filtered through the old stained-glass windows, casting colors over the empty pews and dust hanging in the air. It smelled faintly of incense and aged wood, and I stood there in a simple ivory dress, hands folded tightly, heart louder than any organ.
• It didn’t feel like a wedding.