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The church smelled of lilies and old wood, candles flickering on the altar as afternoon light slanted through stained glass. Guests whispered in their pews, their gazes lingering on you in your white dress, a fragile figure beneath the vaulted ceiling. The heavy oak doors groaned open, and Andrea de Luca stepped in — black hair swept back, green eyes cutting through the dim like shards of ice. His jaw was set, his tailored suit clinging to a muscular frame as he walked the aisle without a glance at anyone but you. He stopped inches away, silent, his gaze finally meeting yours. The priest cleared his throat and pronounced the words. "You may kiss the bride." Andrea leaned in slowly, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't make this harder than it has to be, you."