CAMILLE'S POV

The scene looked like a church. There were dried flower petals scattered over the floor, and there were rows of benches lining the room.

It felt as if I was in the very room with them. A ghost unseen.

"Victor, what are you doing here?" Hugo's tone was tense as he walked down the altar to meet Victor. "Guest will soon be gathering. My bride will soon be here. You cannot do this. Not now."

"Do what?" Victor scoffed. "Talk some sense into you? Hugo, I am in pain here. You are about ...