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CHAPTER 27 It Was A Joke
Elara I nod. She adds a diadem on my head with a veil. "is everyone here?" I ask slowly. I needed to know if Zuriel had come. "Yes, the groom is already in the chapel, looking handsome," My hands begin to quiver as I stand at the entrance of the chapel. My father comes to me and smiles. He gives me his arm to hold on to. I step inside the chapel, and all heads turn to us when we appear, and whispers of admiration run through. The chapel is decorated in white. Everything is so elegant. Zuriel is standing at the altar. He's wearing a black tuxedo and looking breathtaking as always. His intense gaze is on me. Music that indicates for us to walk to the aisle starts to play. I swallow and walk, my hand shaking slightly, and I hold my father's arm tighter. 'Rela
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