At the end of the floral arch, Andrew stood still, watching Nicole glide toward him in white, her gown rippling with each step. She lifted the hem slightly, moving with practiced grace.
This should’ve been emotional. Instead, all he felt was an eerie calm.
Then, out of nowhere, a different image flickered in his mind–Lena, in a wedding dress, running toward him, eyes shining with love.
“Andrew.”
“Andrew!”
The vision shattered. Nicole was in front of him now, waving a hand in his face.
“What’s wrong?”
He blinked, shaking off the ghost of Lena. A polite smile curved his lips. “Nothing. You look beautiful.”
Nicole flushed, pleased.
The officiant motioned for them to join hands.
Then came the moment.
“Do you, Andrew Rohan, take Nicole Jenner to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
It should’ve been simple. Automatic.
But he hesitated.
His gaze swept from Nicole’s hopeful face to the guests, all waiting. Then, his eyes drifted to the doorway–empty.
Lena once swore she’d crash his wedding if he dared to marry someone else. He’d believed her, enough to post extra security.
Yet, here they were, halfway through the ceremony, and she was nowhere to be found.
He should’ve felt relieved.
Instead, an unfamiliar emptiness crept in.
Had she really meant it?
Had she truly let him go?
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