#Chapter 104: The Royal Wedding

Ruby Before I know it, I’m standing behind the church doors, waiting to walk down the aisle. The morning feels like a blur. As I stand here now, my heart racing with butterflies in my stomach, everything else feels so small and insignificant. All that matters is right now; the flowers in my hand, the veil on my head, the sweat on my palms. It’s just like my vision. I know that when those doors open, Atwood will be standing at the end of the aisle. Nancy and the other bridesmaids -- Beck is one of them, surprisingly enough -- will be standing off to one side, while Atwood’s groomsmen stand on the other side. The priest will be smiling at me, his robes a vibrant combination of red and gold. Tamara will walk ahead of me, tossing flower petals down at my feet while the wedding guests look at their new Princess in awe. And at the back of the room, the shadow figure will be there. It’s always there, watching, lurking. I will ignore it. I will