In the bridal suite, Mary sat quietly with Briony.

The wedding ceremony was just thirty minutes away.

"Briony, are you nervous?" Mary asked gently.

Briony looked over at her. Mary was dressed in a blush-pink bridesmaid gown, looking sweet and lovely, though the gentle swell of her belly made the dress sit awkwardly on her frame.

"Mary," Briony murmured, reaching for her hand.

Mary's hand was cold and slick with sweat.

"Listen to me," Briony said, her tone grave. "No matter what-whether it's the baby you're carrying or Ferdinand himself—you must remember that you come first. If anything happens, you save yourself before anyone else. Promise me."

Mary caught the strange seriousness in her voice and opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the door swung open.

Ferdinand strode in, immaculate in a white suit.

Briony quietly released Mary's hand.

Ferdinand carried an insulated container, his eyes fixed on Briony, paying no attention to Mary at all.

"I asked Belinda to make you some nourishing soup, and she also prepared a few of your favorite side dishes," he said.

He crossed the room, slipped an arm around Briony's shoulders, and spoke gently, "Once the ceremony starts, I might not be able to take care of you. You've been looking pale-have a little soup first, all right?"

Briony nodded faintly.

day like this. The sight

pressed a light kiss to

flicker of disgust flashed in Briony's eyes, her

stepped over, her posture almost that of a maid, and reached out for the container. "Let me help Briony with the

a thought, then led Briony to the sofa

the soup into a

me," Ferdinand said. "I'll

replied coolly. "I'm perfectly

bowl Mary passed him and let Briony take it from

quietly sipped her soup, head

an expression of tenderness and devotion

nearby,

Ferdinand, however, only had

love Ferdinand at

three of them, not a single one would get

wedding was destined to be a tragedy for them

...

ceremony began right

ancient, sacred church, every pew was nearly filled. The red carpet was strewn with fresh rose petals, and the Wedding March echoed beneath the high stone

front, Ferdinand stood tall and proud in his

church doors

dressed in a flowing white gown entered clutching a bouquet, entered, supported by supported

the air as every eye in the chapel turned

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