Scarlett's world turns upside down when her sister elopes, putting the family's honor at risk. To save the family name, she agrees to marry Darius Kingsley, a wealthy and handsome man in town. Little did she know that Darius bears a deep grudge agai...
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As I stood outside the church, the sun beating down on my parasol, I felt a flutter of excitement in my chest. My sister Meredith was getting married today, and I couldn't wait to meet her new husband, Darius Kingsley.
I had heard so much about him from Meredith, and my curiosity was piqued. She spoke of him with such passion and devotion, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of man could inspire such feelings.
As I looked out towards the street, I saw a carriage pull up in front of the church. A man stepped out, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked around as if searching for someone and then strode confidently towards the entrance of the church. I felt my cheeks flush as he approached, and I couldn't help but stare.
Meredith is certainly lucky.
We waited until the groom's family entered the church and we tailed after them. As we entered the church, I felt a sense of awe wash over me. It was beautiful, with high vaulted ceilings and stained glass windows. I had been to weddings before, but never in such a grand setting. My father led me towards the front, where my sister's groom was to stand with my sister to exchange their vows.
But my attention was drawn to Darius, and something seemed off. He appeared agitated and visibly upset. I couldn't fathom what could have caused such a reaction on his wedding day, and it left me perplexed. Did he have second thoughts about marrying my sister?
I tried to brush off my concerns and focus on the ceremony ahead. However, before I could dwell on it any longer, the wedding music started, and the ceremony began. I tried to push aside my thoughts about Darius's odd behavior and focus on the joyous occasion at hand. But deep down, a part of me couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.
I watched as the guests began to arrive, taking their seats in the pews. My father, a small village doctor, and my mother arrived looking proud and happy to see their eldest daughter getting married. My sister's friends, all dressed in their finest gowns, giggled and chattered amongst themselves as they took their seats.
My eyes were drawn to the other side of the church, where Darius's family was seated. I recognized his grandfather, the current Mayor of our town, sitting in the front row with a stern expression on his face. I couldn't help but wonder if his presence was the cause of Darius's unease.
As I looked around, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the sense of community that surrounded us. Our small town may have been quaint and unassuming, but it was filled with love and support for my sister and her future husband.
I had heard stories about Darius's grandfather, a stern and imposing man who commanded respect from everyone around him. He was said to be a shrewd politician, always plotting his next move, and was grooming Darius to take his place as Mayor someday. I had never met him before, but I could feel his eyes on me as I stood there, nervous and uncertain.
