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Marcella Vellari stood alone at the altar, the soft rustle of silk and murmurs from the crowd pressing in like a wave. Her bouquet slipped slightly in her grip. The officiant cleared his throat. The music had long stopped. Julian was nowhere... he didnt appear.She blinked hard, trying to stay upright. Her knees trembled beneath layers of satin. The world tilted slightly, like the air had thinned. She felt it... panic, betrayal and something else. A strange certainty. Like her heart had known this was coming.Then she swayed.You didn’t hesitate. You were already moving before anyone else stood. You reached her just as her legs buckled, catching her with both arms, shielding her from the eyes and whispers. Her veil brushed your shoulder as she leaned into you, dazed and pale.‘Let’s get you out of here,’ you whispered, steady and calm.You guided her down the aisle, past stunned faces and silent pews. The doors opened to sunlight and wind and you led her to the garden behind the chapel, where the world was quiet again.She sank onto the bench, her breath shallow, her hands shaking. You knelt beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. ‘You’re safe,’ you said. ‘I’ve got you.’She looked at you then, really looked. Her eyes searched yours and something flickered there.You just nodded. You’d seen it too. The way Julian had pulled away. The way Marcella had tried to hold it all together. You’d watched her break in slow motion, helpless and aching.