The grand ballroom sparkled under the glow of a hundred crystal chandeliers. Golden ribbons hung from the ceiling, and white lilies lined every table and corner, filling the air with their soft, sweet scent.
Guests filled the rows of chairs, dressed in elegant suits and shimmering gowns, their voices a gentle hum of excitement.
It was supposed to be the wedding of the year—Victoria’s masterpiece, Bridget’s dream. Everything was perfect. Everything except one thing.
The groom was missing.
Bridget stood at the altar, her hands clasped tightly around her bouquet. The white roses trembled slightly in her grip.
She smiled, a perfect, graceful smile that had been practiced for months, but her eyes flicked constantly toward the grand doors. Carson should have been there by now.
The orches
