KIEL'S THIRD POINT OF VIEW CONTINUATION
The first note from the organ's pipes rose into the vaulted ceiling, blooming into a sound so rich it seemed to press against his chest.Kiel shifted his stance, not because his legs were tired, but because the moment felt too big for stillness.
Then the doors opened.
Sunlight spilled in, gilding the marble floor at the threshold. The brightness framed Odette like a painting — the kind that belongs in a museum, untouchable, meant only for reverent gazes.
Her veil caught the light first, a sheer whisper of ivory that floated behind her like a slow-moving cloud. Beneath it, her hair glimmered, each strand threaded with a glow that made her seem almost unreal.
He could not yet see the full shape of her gown — the long train still hidden in shadow — but the curve of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin, and the way she held her bouquet with both hands gave him the first sharp pang of something deeper than awe.
