Sophia's POV
The Cathedral of St. John the Divine had been transformed into something from a fairy tale. Thousands of white roses and orchids created cascading arrangements along every pew, their petals scattered like snow across the marble floors. Soft candlelight flickered from crystal candelabras, casting a warm glow that made the Gothic architecture seem almost ethereal.
I stood at the back of the cathedral in my Valentino gown, the ivory silk feeling heavy against my skin as Mrs. Harrison made final adjustments to my train. Through the partially opened doors, I could see the sea of elegant guests—New York's elite mixed with what I could only assume were members of the Romano family's more... specialized associates.
"You look absolutely radiant, darling," Emily whispered beside me,
