"Whooooaaaah!" The crowd roars the moment Zara turns her back to leave.
All eyes snap back to me, standing utterly alone in the middle of the aisle, my dress train lying on the floor like a discarded flag.
The silence that follows is deafening, and I can only hear the sound of my own pulse, ringing loudly in my ears.
I can't even look up. My eyes just keep blinking, totally avoiding the eyes of the audience.
The first hand embarrassment gives me a nauseating and dizzying feeling. But I plant my heels firm on the rug, even though my head is a blank space.
I don't know what will happen next. I don't know what I'll do next.
Hunter quickly leaves the altar and starts walking toward me, his hand still outstretched.
His expression is a strained mix of understanding and desperate deter
