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.

compliant, especially on a day like this. The sight seemed to

pressed a light kiss

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

of a maid, and reached out for the container. "Let

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

soup into a

Ferdinand said.

Briony replied coolly. "I'm perfectly capable of

passed him and let Briony take it from his hands, not

her soup, head

of tenderness and

stood silently nearby, eyes fixed on

loved him. Ferdinand, however, only had eyes

love

them, not a single one would get

to be

...

ceremony began right on

carpet was strewn with fresh rose

tall and proud

doors

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

through the air as every eye in the chapel turned

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