"Turn it off, turn it off!"

Blake couldn't contain her distress, shrieking on stage, her composure slipping away. The bridesmaids, standing aside, were indifferent, watching the spectacle unfold with detached amusement. It seemed that her attempt to shine had backfired.

The large screen went dark, and the priest, sweating profusely from the consecutive disruptions.

"Altsin, that photo was edited! The person in it isn't me. Someone must be jealous of us getting married and deliberately trying to sabotage me!"

Blake clutched onto Altsin, her face filled with panic. Her crown was askew, a strand of hair falling across her face, and her delicately made-up features twisted in shock, her complexion...