Gwen stood completely alone in the center of the white aisle, surrounded by thousands of pristine white rose arrangements. The breeze rustled her black dress, but she could barely move, paralyzed by the sudden collapse of her scheme. She stared at the empty wheelchair left behind in the sunlight, realizing too late that she had played right into his hands. Every guest who had witnessed her cruelty was now turning away from her, following Julian into the estate. Her reputation, her influence, and her grand plan had unravelled in a matter of seconds, leaving her isolated in the very garden where she had tried to destroy him.