That night, Daniel noticed her distance. “You okay?” he asked softly. She forced a smile. “Just tired.” He kissed her temple, whispering, “After the wedding, things will calm down.” She wanted to believe that. She really did. She tried.
But deep down, something had shifted. Eleanor’s words had planted a seed of doubt that no amount of reassurance could uproot. Mia lay awake, staring at the ceiling, knowing the real challenge wasn’t the wedding day; it was surviving the people determined to destroy it.