The Groom at the Altar

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Ethan looked perfect beneath the flowers. Later, guests would remember that detail with discomfort. He did not look like a villain. He looked like a man who had chosen the right tailor, the right smile, the right posture for being trusted. He checked his watch once, then smiled toward the audience as if the delay was charming. His best man whispered something. Ethan shook his head, still smiling. Cameras remained.