Chapter 261

Maeve’s POV

The church was silent, save for the echo of the priest’s voice rebounding off the high, arched stone ceilings.

I sat in the second row, my fingers tightly laced together over the soft fabric of my dress, my eyes locked entirely on Isla. She looked breathtaking.

Her white veil trailed down the steps of the altar, catching the soft light of the stained-glass windows, but it was the look