The Glass Cage of the Bridal Suite
The scent of white lilies in the bridal suite was cloying—a floral funeral shroud for a wedding that had not yet begun. Elena Vance pushed the heavy oak door shut, the sound echoing like a gavel strike against the marble floor. The suite was cavernous, opulent, and dangerously silent.
"Cousin?" Elena called out, her voice a thin thread against the suffocating velvet curtains.
There was no answer. The vanity was a
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