Sylvia let out a slow, controlled breath. Before the ceremony had begun, she had doubted she would even make it to the exchange of vows without breaking down.
Yet somehow, she had endured every step of it.
Perhaps it was because there was nothing left inside her to shatter. This had never been her wedding.
It had never been the life she dreamed of. It was simply the first day of the prison she had agreed to enter.
But for her grandmother… It was worth it.
The old man took a step forward and took her hand. "Leslie," he called gently.
Sylvia was about to correct the name when she remembered she had not only replaced her sister but also had to take her name.
Otherwise, the Quinn family's deception would be exposed... and and her grandmother would be in danger again.
She swallowed the bitterness and slowly lifted her veil off her face.
"I am sorry you have to go through this alone, but Damian couldn't be here due to his situation. I hope you understand?"
