*spurt.*
“What… what is going on?!” Vanessa shrieked, dabbing frantically at her chest with a cocktail napkin: “Coordinator! Tell the sound crew that the bride is supposed to enter from the garden corridor!”
Standing at the top of the sanctuary aisle, his jaw square, his bespoke tuxedo un-creased, stood my fiancé, **Ethan Cole**.
Ethan did not look toward the altar. He did not look at the floral arrangements. His cold, dark eyes looked past the wedding coordinator, past the groomsmen, locking directly onto Vanessa Reed with thirty tons of sub-zero naval diamond.
Beside Ethan stepped my older brother, **Captain Ryan Mercer**, dressed in his immaculate Service Dress Blue uniform, his medals clinking against his chest, holding a digital tablet connected to the chapel’s integrated audio-visual system.
Before Vanessa could take another step toward the sanctuary steps, the four massive, seventy-inch projection screens mounted above the chancel—screens intended to show childhood photo montages of the bride and groom—illuminated with a sharp, high-definition glare!
