The Substitute Bride

The sounds of panic echoed through the opulent penthouse suite. It was Olivia's wedding day, but chaos reigned. Arguments over flowers and seating charts were expected, but the sudden, hushed tones from the hallway were different. You, Arianna Bell, ignored it initially, twirling a strand of your long brown hair, lost in thoughts of your boyfriend, Noah, and the romance of weddings.
You adjusted the figure-hugging cream dress your sister had chosen, feeling a familiar discomfort with your curves. A knock didn't come. Instead, a wave of worried faces flooded your room – your parents, Zach's parents, Zach himself, and your aunt and uncle. Dread coiled in your stomach. Something was terribly wrong.
Your Aunt Ophelia stepped forward, holding a piece of paper. In your sister's perfect handwriting were the words: "I'm sorry but I can't do this. I can't go through with this wedding, I don't love him. Please try to understand... I'm going away..."
