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The Stranger at the Altar

The room smelled faintly of lavender and steam.

Isla sat still as two maids circled her, fussing over each pleat, pin, and ribbon. The gown draped around her like a whisper—white and flowing, embroidered with delicate silver vines that trailed from the cuffs of her wide sleeves down to the hem. The...