Chapter 13

The wedding was eventually canceled and the guests, though initially worried, left satisfied with their luxurious peace offerings. None of them dared to ask questions or let rumors slip. Why would they? To them, Adrian Blackwood’s bride was a nobody. She was merely an ordinary woman who didn’t belong in their circle. They moved on as though the cancellation was nothing more than a minor inconvenience, another non-event in their busy, glamorous lives.

But for Grace, it wasn’t so simple.

She stood alone in front of the now-empty venue where the once-beautiful decorations were now stripped away that left behind an eerie, hollow space. Her heels clicked faintly against the marble floor as she walked to the center of the grand hall. The silence was deafening.

Grace let out a deep, exasperated sigh. She placed her hands on her hips as she surveyed the emptiness. Everything had gone smoothly. The guests were informed, the staff had been paid, and Adrian has no idea.