PART 2: THE WEDDING ALTAR
The heavy oak doors of the cathedral swung open, and every head turned as I walked down the center aisle in my tailored black suit.
Daniel stood by the altar in a custom tuxedo, his posture rigid with arrogant satisfaction until his eyes landed on the velvet box resting in my hands.
Vivian turned toward me, her diamond necklace catching the stained-glass light, a triumphant smirk gracing her perfectly painted lips.
“Claire, dear,” Vivian purred loudly enough for the front pews to hear. “I see you couldn’t resist paying your respects to our new beginning.”
Daniel stepped forward, extending a hand to block me from approaching the altar steps. “You need to leave, Claire. You’re ruining the moment.”
I ignored his hand, stepping directly up to the communion rail and placing the heavy velvet box on the marble ledge right between them.
“I didn’t come to ruin anything, Daniel,” I said softly, my voice echoing clearly through the silent church. “I came to deliver Dad’s wedding gift.”
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