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The altar is a cold white marble stage beneath a vaulted ceiling, light filtering through stained glass in shards of blue and gold. The heavy scent of white lilies hangs in the air, mingling with the perfume of a hundred guests who watch in hushed silence. Your veil is thin, your heart—fragile and treacherous—beats a staccato against your ribs. Across from you stands Sebastian, his tuxedo immaculate, his jaw set like iron. He hasn't looked at you once, not really. His gaze is fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder, as if you are a ghost he must tolerate. The priest's words fade into a drone. Then it is time. He steps closer, and you feel the chill of his presence before he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice is a low blade. "Why didn't you die instead of Rihana?…