The wedding day dawned, bright and clear. A perfect, cruel copy of her memory.
Mo Chen put on the shimmering gown, the fibers catching the light. She looked in the mirror and saw a warrior in a princess's disguise. Her mother helped her with the final touches, her hands gentle.
" You look so strong, my dawn," Ye Xia said softly, her eyes searching her daughter's face. "Whatever happens today, remember who you are."
I am vengeance, Mo Chen thought. But she smiled and said, "I will, Mom."
The ceremony was a blur. She walked down the aisle on her father's arm, her senses hyper-alert. Her [Thermal Sense] was active. She saw the two warm shapes in the sniper nests. Then, just as she reached the altar, she saw both heat signatures flicker and go still. Silas's team had struck. Silent and efficient.
A wave of relief so potent it made her dizzy washed over her. The first part of the threat was neutralized.
She took her place across from Julian. He was flawless, his smile radiant. He had no idea his safety net had just been cut.
They exchanged vows. His were smooth and rehearsed. Hers were a quiet promise of survival.
The ceremony concluded. They were pronounced husband and wife. The crowd erupted in applause. The reception began.
The trap was set. The players were in position. The final act was beginning.