Ella's heart pounded violently against her chest, each beat loud enough that she feared those closest to her might hear it.
Had she imagined it? The voice that whisper that had curled around her thoughts like something alive?
Adam…
No, she hadn't imagined it. There was no mistaking it. The tone, the warmth, the familiarity that wrapped around her very soul, it could belong to no one else.
He was here. Somewhere within this crowd of nobles and strangers, beneath the veil of ceremony and celebration, he was here.
Her eyes flickered across the congregation, scanning faces with urgency she struggled to conceal. Small clusters of guests murmured among themselves, their whispers rippling softly through the chapel after the incident with the ring. But none of them were him.
Her thoughts spiraled until a warm hand closed gently around hers. Ella blinked, pulled from the storm in her mind, and looked up.
It was Nathan.
