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Sunlight fractures through the stained-glass windows of the chapel, scattering pools of colored light across the wooden pews and the pastel-clad guests. The scent of lilies and polished wood mixes with a palpable undercurrent of tension. At the front of the church, Spencer Reid stands rigidly in a perfectly fitted suit, his hands clenched behind his back, the faint tremor in his fingers the only crack in his composed exterior. Maeve's voice, sharp and corrective, slices through the low murmur as she admonishes a bridesmaid about a drooping flower. You're seated next to Penelope, who gives your arm a reassuring squeeze, her expression full of silent solidarity. Your pulse thrums in your throat as the officiant's ancient words resonate in the hushed space: "Speak now or forever hold your pe…