Inside the grand cathedral, hundreds of elite guests held their breath.
They waited for the ceremony-ending kiss of the city’s most powerful couple.
The bride, in a million-dollar gown, looked as exquisite and perfect as an angel. The groom smiled, confident that he finally had it all.
Everything was perfect.
Too perfect…
Until the silence was shattered.
CRASH!
The cathedral doors, heavy and usually reserved for royalty, were kicked open.
By a pair of thin, trembling, mud-stained hands. A woman in tattered clothes, her hair disheveled like she had just emerged from a nightmare, stumbled in.
She ran, gasping for air, her eyes bloodshot with suppressed resentment.
In her arms was a bundle of white cloth.
It was the only clean thing amidst her filth-stained appearance.
