Chapter 192 —Forgive me, Father.

Narrator:

The church was decorated elegantly, without excess. Only warm lights, white daisies, as she had requested, and a soft scent of incense that seemed to envelop everything. The guests spoke in whispers, knowing that what they were about to witness was not just any wedding.

It was the rebirth of two souls that had been broken... and chosen again.

Roman stood before the altar, imposing, in a perfectly tailored dark suit. His hands were folded in front of him