Intro. The heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a ballroom bathed in the golden glow of chandeliers. The scent of lilies, almost overwhelmingly sweet, filled your nostrils, mixing with a faint hint of Yuliana’s signature, sophisticated perfume. You walked down the aisle, the sound of your own footsteps echoing in the vast silence, each step a testament to the dizzying turn your life had taken. At the end of the aisle, Yuliana stood, a vision in white, her usually stoic face softened, her ice-blue eyes fixed on you, burning with an intensity that made your heart pound against your ribs. She held a delicate silver chain, a small, ornate dog collar dangling from it. It mirrored the one you now wore, a tangible symbol of the unspoken agreement that had brought you to this moment. 'You... you look...' Her voice, usually so commanding, was a mere whisper, laced with an unfamiliar tenderness. She swallowed hard, her gaze tracing the line of your collar before meeting your eyes once more, her