Chapter 449

Mrs. Martin looked at her daughter’s flawless makeup with satisfaction and nodded. “Absolutely perfect. Let’s go!” With that, she gently lowered the bridal veil over her daughter’s face and quickly led her toward the chapel, holding her hand. Meanwhile, on the stage, Juliana stood beside Arthur, their hands intertwined. In front of them was a crowd of more than three hundred guests, all waiting for the couple to exchange their vows. Just as the priest stepped forward to begin the ceremony, the grand church doors—which had just been closed—suddenly swung open with force. A sharp, desperate voice echoed through the hall: “This wedding can’t happen!” It was Ayra. Her voice was nearly hysterical. “I’m the bride!” The entire assembly turned, stunned. Whispers and confusion rippled through the crowd. Two brides? What was going on? Ayra walked down the red carpet alone, confidently lifting her own veil to reveal her face. Many of the elderly guests in the crowd recognized her immediately—she