As the sun began to set on that Friday evening, Rachel, Celine and Madeline pulled up to the grand, stone and brick mansion that belonged to her betrothed's family. Excitement and a hint of nervousness bubbled within Rachel as she stepped out of the car and took in the sprawling gardens and impeccable architecture of the home.

As they made their way to the front door, they were greeted by the matron of the family, a regal and poised woman who welcomed them warmly. Celine, ever the curious one, couldn't help but inquire about Rachel's betrothed, her voice tinged with a hint of nosiness.

The matron seemed to be expecting...