Coldest Bride

Jason's POV:

Something was terribly wrong. Ella wasn't the same woman I thought I knew. 

As she walked down the aisle on her father's arm, she was radiant. Her dress hugged her perfectly, flowing like a river of white silk. Her smile—warm and genuine—made her look like something out of a dream. My dream. But the moment she reached me and placed her hand in mine, everything shifted. 

Her smile disappeared, replaced by a faint frown. Her bright blue eyes, which used to shine with a spark I couldn't get enough of, turned cold and calculating. I could feel the temperature drop between us as if an invisible wall had suddenly sprung up. 

I offered her a reassuring smile, hoping to coax some warmth back into her expression. She didn't respond.