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The boutique fell silent after Eleanor’s whisper.

“Then we won’t cancel.”

Lily’s trembling stilled—not because she felt safe, but because something in Eleanor’s voice was colder than fear. It was certainty.

That night, the wedding proceeded exactly as planned.

Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand cathedral in golden light. Guests filled every pew—politicians, CEOs, old-money elites. At the altar stood Daniel Hartwell, flawless in his tailored tuxedo, his smile polished to perfection.

No one saw the monster beneath.

Eleanor did.

She watched from the front row, her posture immaculate, her gaze unwavering. Every detail had been calculated—the seating, the timing, the witnesses. Even the press had been subtly tipped.

Because Eleanor wasn’t here to stop the wedding.

She was here to end it properly.

The music swelled.

The doors opened.

Lily stepped in.

Gasps rippled through the crowd—not at her beauty, but at her stillness. She walked like someone carrying invisible weight, her ivory gown flowing behind her like a ghost of what should have been joy.

Daniel’s smile widened.

“Perfect,” he mouthed.

Lily reached the altar.

The priest began.

And just as he asked the question—

“Do you take—”

“Wait.”

Eleanor’s voice cut through the cathedral like a blade.

Every head turned.

She stood slowly, composed, holding a slim black remote in her hand.

Daniel’s smile faltered.

“Eleanor,” he said smoothly, “this isn’t the time—”