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2025-04-12 07:00:41ALAYNA’s POV
A long, white carpet unfurls before me, stretching all the way to the altar. At the end of the aisle, it overlooks the cliff, where the sea crashes against jagged rocks. For some reason, the sight of the cliff feels strangely foreboding.
“Luna,” Sarah calls out to me from the side. “Are you alright?”
I am not.
But the woman has been fretting over me since early this morning and I can see how tired she is. The least I can do is to put her mind at ease. I give her a slight nod and her worried wrinkles fade into a smile. She quickly takes a seat among the throng of guests seated in rows upon rows of white chairs.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea air as I step onto the carpet, my eyes drawn to the beautiful wedding arch before me, wrapped in lilies whose white petals bloom.
The ceremony feels like a dream. Or perhaps a nightmare.
It is h
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