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.

especially on a day like this. The sight seemed to please Ferdinand

pressed a light

of disgust flashed in Briony's eyes, her brows drawing together for

stepped over, her posture almost that of a maid, and reached out for

the container without a thought, then led Briony to the sofa

the soup into

to me," Ferdinand said. "I'll

Briony replied coolly. "I'm

Mary passed him and let Briony take it

quietly sipped her

an expression of tenderness and devotion

silently nearby, eyes fixed

however, only had eyes

Briony didn't love

single one would get what

was destined to be a tragedy

...

began

filled. The red carpet was strewn with fresh rose petals, and the Wedding March echoed beneath the

stood tall and proud in his white

church doors

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

as every eye

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