Chapter 4 - THE FLOWER GIRL’S SECRET
Seven-year-old Lily clutched the edge of her light blue flower girl dress, her little shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
She was the only one who had known the truth before today, carrying a secret far too heavy for her small shoulders.
An hour before the ceremony, she had found the crumpled envelope slipped under the door of the bridal suite.
Curiosity had driven her to open it, and the words inside had frozen her innocent, childish world completely.
She had tried to warn Damon, tugging at his navy blue sleeve just as the prelude music began to play.
"Uncle Damon, you shouldn't read this," she had whispered with tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
He had taken the paper, unfolded it out of sheer habit, and found his entire reality disintegrating paragraph by paragraph.
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Now, standing beside him under the floral arch, she felt responsible for the bomb that had just detonated.
Damon looked down at her, his eyes softening amidst his own agony, and gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
