However, when the entire wedding march finished playing, the church doors remained tightly shut.
Skye Brown, whom Dylan Wellington had been expecting, dressed in white gauze, did not appear.
The man's flawlessly handsome face completely darkened, and whispers among the guests began to rise.
"Where's the bride? Why hasn't the bride come out..."
"I heard that Lisa Hammond was still proclaiming high-profile everywhere a few days ago that she was going to marry Mr. Wellington... So why isn't she here now?"
"Strange..."
Just as everyone was whispering, a commotion suddenly came from outside the church.
Immediately after, the door was pushed open a crack from the outside, allowing light to stream in.
Dylan Wellington's originally dark and cold eyes suddenly lifted.
He stared directly at the gradually opening door, hoping to see the figure he longed for.
However—
