Chapter 198 The Vulnerable Whisper

• It was time to leave. As our convoy made its way to the church, the heat inside the SUV seemed to intensify, causing crimson patches to appear on my neck. I found myself complaining, unable to fathom why nerves were beginning to take hold.
• Anne, attempting to offer reassurance, mentioned that such nervousness was normal, but my mind resisted the notion. Upon reaching the church, my bridesmaids played a crucial role, assisting with the intricate details of my dress. Even Xina contributed, holding the dress up as I manoeuvred out of the SUV.
• Pausing at the entrance, I attempted to catch my breath, but the subtle wind offered little relief. As soon as we entered, a sudden weakness grabbed my knees. “Is it too late to call the wedding off?” I quipped, using the program to fan myself.