Lyra's POV
My fingers interlaced with Kaelen's as the ceremony commenced.
The expansive hall settled into stillness, murmured conversations fading until silence claimed the space. Every guest turned toward the rear entrance, anticipating the procession. I fixed my gaze on those doors, determined to concentrate on the unfolding ritual rather than the lingering stares I could sense upon me.
Melodic strains rose from hidden musicians. Not the traditional organ tones I expected from wedding ceremonies, but something with strings that felt timeless and ethereal. My wedding experience was limited to just two events, and here I was, the bride in my second attendance.
The music soared between the arched ceiling and made the crystal chandeliers dance with reflected light.
The entrance doors swept open.
