smile was the reason I knew I had made the right choice.
Our wedding was unlike anything I had ever imagined.
It took place at an old hacienda outside the city.
The walls were covered with flowers.
Hundreds of candles illuminated the courtyard.
Musicians played beneath golden lights.
It was beautiful.
But there was something strange.
Something I noticed but ignored.
There were men everywhere.
Not guests.
Not family.
Men wearing dark suits, standing near entrances and watching the surroundings.
Some had small radios hidden beneath their jackets.
There was security around the property.
Too much security.
I asked Eleanor about it.
She simply smiled.
“Old friends.”
I laughed.
“You have unusual friends.”
“You have no idea.”
I thought she was joking.
I didn’t know those words would come back to haunt me.
The ceremony itself was perfect.
When Eleanor walked toward me, I forgot everything else.
The whispers.
The
