Silence at the Altar

THE CEREMONY

~SIENNA POV~

The greenhouse has been transformed into a cathedral of white roses.

They're everywhere—climbing the glass walls, cascading from the ceiling, covering every surface. The scent is overwhelming, suffocating. It smells like a funeral.

Two hundred faces turn to watch me enter.

I don't know any of them. Politicians in expensive suits. Business associates with cold eyes. Women