I had imagined this moment a thousand times. The grand doors would open, the music would swell, and I would take my father’s arm, heart racing as I stepped forward. Ethan would be waiting at the altar, his eyes locked on mine, filled with love.
It was supposed to be perfect.
Instead, the church doors slammed open, and a collective gasp rippled through the guests. The music faltered. My breath caught in my throat.
Ethan stood in the doorway, his tuxedo slightly wrinkled, his tie loose. His face was pale, his expression tight with something between panic and determination.
