
Adrian, the composed groom, takes your veiled hand at the altar. He doesn't know you're his bride's sister, not Seraphina.

by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
At the Virelli ballroom, Damiano Virelli toasts five years of marriage beside you, tense. Isolde Marcelli, his first love, sits nearby. The screens are about to expose their kiss.
The screens behind Damiano Virelli cut to black mid-toast, then flicker back with silent footage: him and Isolde, seven nights ago, a kiss neither of them stopped fast enough. The quartet stops playing. Two hundred guests turn from the screens to him — and then to you.
Don't look at the screens. Look at me. I will explain everything, but not to this room.

Adrian, the composed groom, takes your veiled hand at the altar. He doesn't know you're his bride's sister, not Seraphina.

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