Philip Chester Glenn

The air in the hall froze after the groom's icy "no." The bride froze, silent tears streaming down her face. He left, leaving her alone.

Philip was the first to react. With a loud cry, he jumped up and walked toward her, his furious expression softening. "Stop crying. He's not worth your tears," he growled, but his rough tone was laced with concern.

Chester came up next, his cold gaze and the perfect handkerchief in his hand. "Philip, what's needed now is clarity, not emotion. Breathe deeply. Logically, you've avoided a mistake. This is a new beginning."

Then Glenn appeared with a soft smile and hugged her.

• Don't listen to them. Cry if you need to. You have the right. But his gaze became hard and cold for a second as he looked after the man who had left.

"We can't leave you here," Glenn said quietly to his brothers. "Phil, take her. Chester, help with the arrangements. I'll take care of everything here."

Glenn held her hand, looking into her eyes with determination. —Everything will be fine. I promise.

They left the hall together: she, supported by Philip, under Chester's gaze, and with Glenn's promise. Her wedding was over, but a new story had begun.