The hall buzzed with soft murmurs of the guests as time ticked by, yet the bride still hadn't made her entrance.
From her seat, Flora cast a glance toward her parents at the bottom of the aisle, her unease growing with each passing second. 'Why isn't Amelie here yet?' she wondered, her brows knitting together. Unable to sit still any longer, she stood and quietly made her way to her mother.
"Mom, should I go check on Amelie?" Flora whispered, leaning close to Samyra's ear.
Samyra nodded slightly, her voice low and laced with worry. "Yes. People are already starting to gossip. She said she needed some time alone," she murmured, her hands gripping the handles of her wheelchair a little tighter.
At the altar, Gabriel's gaze swept the hall before settling on his mother. Mabel appeared unnervingly composed, her expression was too calm. He took a step forward, intent on going to check on Amelie himself, but Casaio gently grasped his arm.