The cathedral was a testament to the family’s legacy—a symphony of stained glass, white roses, and opulent defiance against the ordinary. Everyone was smiling, their faces turned towards the altar where my grandson, Daniel, the heir to the fortune I had built, was looking at his bride as if she were the sun. And Isabella, his bride, was indeed radiant. A vision in couture lace, she was beautiful, charming, and a complete fraud.
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