CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN – LEFT AT THE ALTAR

Cassie watched as the bridesmaids made their way down the aisle, followed by the flower girls. And then, there was Florian, looking devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Cassie felt her heart constrict. The bride made her grand entrance, eliciting gasps and murmurs of admiration from the crowd. Cassie had to admit, she looked beautiful. As she reached Florian at the altar, he took her hand, his face an unreadable mask. The officiant began the ceremony, his voice resonating through the hall. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." Cassie found her mind wandering as the ceremony progressed. She thought about her journey from a struggling waitress to her current position in this world of wealth and power. Had it all been worth it? Her reverie was broken by a sudden commotion at the altar. Florian was whispering something to the officiant, who looked confused. "I'm sorry, everyone," Florian announced, his voice carrying through the hall.