The next day, Hana was walking the long aisle.
The hall glittered beneath chandeliers, filled with more than two hundred guests. The stage was raised like a runway, leading straight to Kai—and the priest beside him.
Her heart pounded. With every step, the veil fluttered, threatening to lift over the tattoo on her back.
When she reached him, Kai's hand slid around her waist, covering it perfectly.
He leaned in, voice low. "I told you—if the veil doesn't work, my hand will."
Her lips curved faintly.
The priest began. Vows were exchanged, promises sealed.
Then—"You may now kiss the bride."
The crowd erupted.
Kai turned to her. "Close your eyes."
Hana obeyed, heart trembling.
His thumb brushed her lips—then his lips touched his thumb instead.
A perfect illusion.
He pulled back with a polite smile. "Let's go."
Hurt flickered in her chest, but she nodded and smiled anyway.