Friedrich's voice rang over and over in his head as he stood on the altar.
He closed his eyes to still the voices. Then the orchestra began playing the interlude.
Theodore lifted his eyes and glanced at the doorway.
He could hear the whispers…
He wasn't Friedrich.
His hands clenched and unclenched as he stood there, unable to meet the gaze of anyone in the congregation. He just wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole…
Then he saw her.
All thinking stopped for a full second.
The light from the floor to ceiling stained windows caught beautifully on her flowing dress.
Her face was obscured by the thin veil she wore over it, but that didn't stop him from seeing her eyes.
She wasn't smiling, neither was she radiant in any way.
His hands clenched.
She was probably regretting marrying him.
His gaze dropped to the ground. He had no groom's man. Friedrich was nowhere to be found.
