CHAPTER FIFTY – THE WEDDING

Logan crossed the room, taking her hands in his. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I'm willing to try if you are." Deonna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. As Logan pulled her into an embrace, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were both stepping into the unknown, with no guarantee of what lay ahead. The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear, as if the universe were mocking their inner turmoil. The venue, a grand old estate in the Hamptons, was a hive of activity as final preparations were made. Deonna stood at the window of her dressing room, watching guests arrive. Each familiar face felt like an indictment, a reminder of the lie they were about to tell the world. "It's time," her maid of honor, a cousin she barely knew, announced. Taking a deep breath, Deonna turned away from the window. This was it. No turning back now. The ceremony itself passed in a blur. Deonna walked down the aisle, her eyes locked on Logan. He looked handsome in his tuxedo, but his smile