But she received no response. Then, a familiar, cool scent drifted around her.

These deep black irises glimmered brilliantly, reminiscent of stars fallen from the sky, deep and mesmerizing, with an irresistible charm.

Beyond those captivating eyes was a face painfully familiar to Raegan.

For a brief moment, Raegan's mind went completely blank. She blinked hard, suspecting a hallucination. How could Mitchel, who was supposed to be thousands of miles away, appear right in front of her?

Their gazes intertwined, and she felt the urge to speak, yet words failed her.

Silence hung between them. Neither dared to break it.

The whole scene felt like a dream to Raegan, yet it was vividly real.

Mitchel's presence was undeniably tangible. "How did you..."

Raegan tried to ask how Mitchel got here, but before she could finish, he had already seized her arm, pulling her toward the window.

The solid, undeniable feeling confirmed for Raegan that this was no dream. Mitchel had truly come to her wedding.

ALL of a sudden, a long coat enveloped her from head to toe, and the sharp sound of breaking glass pierced the air.

Before Raegan could react, she was lifted firmly by Mitchel. She felt herself being hoisted over a barrier, then cradled uncomfortably in his arms, the motion jarring.

With her vision obscured, she could see nothing, only managing to clutch and shake his arm frantically. “Hey! Mitchel, what are you doing?"

As her anxiety peaked, Mitchel gently placed her down on a soft, plush cushion.

He then removed the coat that had covered her. Opening her eyes, Raegan found herself seated in a car.

There were traces of blood on Mitchel's arm, likely from a scratch he received while jumping out of the window.

Raegan glanced around and noticed that the window of the makeup room was quite close to the guest parking lot.

A small door at the front, previously locked, had been opened, probably by Mitchel.

Raegan asked anxiously, “Mitchel, what are you trying to do?"

His reply was terse. "To take you away."