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.

like this. The

a light kiss to her

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

posture almost that of a maid, and reached out for the container. "Let me help

a thought, then led

the soup into

it to me," Ferdinand

not necessary," Briony replied coolly. "I'm perfectly capable

then took the bowl Mary passed him and let Briony take it from his hands, not pushing

her

her, an expression of tenderness and devotion

stood silently nearby,

Ferdinand, however, only had eyes

love

a single one would get what

wedding was destined to be a tragedy

...

began right on

every pew was nearly filled. The red carpet was strewn with

front, Ferdinand stood tall and proud

church doors

entered clutching a bouquet, entered, supported by

gently through the air as every eye in the

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