I slid the diamond ring from my finger and set it on the altar, on top of the transfer document neither of us had signed.

Then I turned to face the guests.

“Please enjoy the reception,” I said.

“Everything’s already been paid for.”

“Saoirse,” Konstantin warned, the smile gone now.

I walked down the aisle alone, and no one moved to stop me, because no one in that cathedral yet understood what was happening — least of all the man I was leaving at the altar.