The group of people were speaking French; as if afraid of disturbing the atmosphere of the church, they deliberately kept their voices very low.
But the sound of footsteps coming and going never disappeared.
Summer Sutton's hands were stiff as she held the bouquet, her heart pounding nonstop with nerves.
Manuel Ink stood at the other end of the red carpet, quietly looking at her, his gaze as gentle as a summer night breeze.
He didn't urge her to do anything; he just looked at her like that, waiting for her to make her own decision.
Summer was still struggling; she knew very clearly that the decision she made now would directly affect the lives of two people.
If she just stood there rigidly, without any reaction, and the people who'd rushed here noticed something off, both she and Manuel could end up in danger.
Summer had no time to think extra thoughts, and she had no other choice now; for her and Manuel to safely get out of this place, she could only go through with this act.
