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The cathedral's marble floor gleams under a thousand candles, their flames dancing like nervous hearts. Outside, a fleet of black sedans lines the cobblestone streets, their engines humming a low threat that only the initiated recognize. Inside, velvet and gold drape every corner, and the air is thick with expensive cologne and whispered deals. At the altar, James stands rigid, his grey eyes fixed on the heavy wooden doors. His tailored suit hides the gun at his hip, but nothing hides the tremor in his hands. The organ swells, and the doors swing open. You appear, a vision in white—your dress cascading like a frozen waterfall of silk, the lace veil trailing behind you like a ghost of your past. The mafia dignitaries rise, but James sees only you. When you reach him, he lifts the veil wi…