Standing at his full height in a sharp grey double-breasted suit, Julian adjusted the lapels of his jacket with calm confidence. He stood tall beside the towering floral arch, towering over Gwen, who now looked tiny and defeated against the backdrop of white roses. The helpless victim she had been mocking was gone, replaced by a formidable man who had been biding his time for the perfect moment to reveal the truth. Without saying another word to her, Julian turned his back on Gwen. He began walking with a steady, commanding stride down the white carpet, his footsteps clicking firmly against the stone path toward the grand mansion doors. The guests watched in absolute awe, stepping aside to clear a path for him as whispers of admiration replaced the previous shock.