When Lina was helped into her wedding dress, men slipped on bulletproof vests. When she clasped her necklace, ammunition was loaded. When she slipped on her bracelet, guns were strapped on. When she placed her veil in position in her hair, gun holsters were resting on the shoulders. As Lina stepped into her heels, men in black stormed out the doors.
Something blue—the sapphire ring. Something old—the ruby ring. Something new—the dress she never wanted. Hair pulled into an elegant bun with strands rolled to mimic flowers, pearls lingering on her skirts like a mermaid stepping out of wave foam, and white gold glistening on her pulse points, the planners had never seen a more beautiful bride.
The list of guests was small. Atlantis' close friends and family were invited, the King and Queen of Wraith were present as witnesses, and on Lina's side, there was no one.
"Now enters the bride!"
