They all gathered in the grand hall, where Jeremy stood before the priest, his back to the crowd. As solemn music filled the air, the towering gates swung open.
Everyone rose to their feet as Ivy entered, a bouquet in hand, her bridesmaid carefully lifting the train of her dress. All eyes turned to her as she moved gracefully down the aisle, each step slow.
At the front, Isla and Jaxon stood beside their mother, while Alex and Ray occupied the row behind them. Jaxon’s grip on Isla’s hand tightened the moment he caught Jeremy glancing in her direction.
Their eyes locked. Jaxon held his gaze, sending an unmistakable warning. Jeremy hesitated, then looked away, refocusing on the priest.
As Ivy reached the altar, the music faded, and the guests took their seats.
Jeremy turned slightly, his gaze settling on Ivy, her face hidden beneath a delicate veil. With a faint smile, he stepped closer and carefully lifted the fabric.