Chapter 129: Believe in their bond
The hall buzzed with soft murmurs of the guests as time ticked by, yet the bride still hadn’t made her entrance.
From her seat, Flora cast a glance toward her parents at the bottom of the aisle, her unease growing with each passing second. ’Why isn’t Amelie here yet?’ she wondered, her brows knitting together. Unable to sit still any longer, she stood and quietly made her way to her mother.
"Mom, should I go check on Amelie?" Flora whispered, leaning close to Samyra’s ear.
Samyra nodded slightly, her voice low and laced with worry. "Yes. People are already starting to gossip. She said she needed some time alone," she murmured, her hands gripping the handles of her wheelchair a little tighter.
At the altar, Gabriel’s gaze swept the hall before settling on his mother. Mabel appeared unnervingly composed, her expression was too calm. He took a step forward, intent on going to check on Amelie himself, but Casaio gently grasped his arm.
"You can’t step off the altar," Casaio whispered, trying to maintain discretion.
"Then who’s going to bring her here?" Gabriel hissed in frustration.
"She’ll come. Don’t worry," Casaio replied, though a flicker of concern passed through his own eyes.
"It’s already been five minutes," Gabriel said. Then, he added, "Please, just check if Amelie is ready."
Casaio gave a quick nod. "Alright," he said, then stepped down from the altar and headed toward the hallway.
But before he could reach the doors, Amelie entered the hall.