CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE THE VOW

As the music swelled and the guests took their seats, anticipation hung thick. Hana watched from the sidelines, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest. This was the moment her sister had been dreaming of since she was a little girl. Mia stood at the front of the grand ballroom, a vision in white, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she waited for her groom to arrive. Hana couldn't help but snide as she watched her sister, her heart swelling with anger and scorn for the bride who came and went as quickly as melting snow. Beside her, Luke stood tall and imposing, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, he cut a striking figure against the backdrop of the elegant surroundings. Despite his stoic demeanor, Hana could sense the underlying tension that simmered beneath the surface, a silent reminder of their challenges. As the ceremony began, Hana felt emotion wash over her. She glanced around the room, taking in the sea