Charlotte’s POV
When I stood, still holding Nora’s hand, I was met with silence. The chapel, previously filled with the sounds of music and soft conversation, was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
It was only then that I realized that even the music had stopped playing, and everyone was looking at me with a mixture of expressions ranging from anger to surprise. I couldn’t think of a reason for it—I’d only just gotten here, and the majority of these guests had no ill will toward me—but it made me unsettled.
I hesitated for a moment in the doorway and looked around, uncertain. All eyes were on me, but not in the way that wedding guests normally look at a bride. They were watching me with scrutiny, like I’d done something wrong.
Kieran, for his part, was frozen to his s
