The sun rose gently over Whitestone Estate, spilling a warm, golden light across the sprawling gardens and grand marble halls. It was a morning unlike any other. The air was filled with a mix of excitement, nerves, and a quiet, almost sacred anticipation. Today was the day Catalina had longed for since the accident, the day she had fought through heartache, betrayal, and uncertainty to finally see Frederick whole again. Today was their wedding day.

Catalina stood by the large dressing mirror in her suite, the soft white fabric of her wedding gown cascading to the floor around her. Every detail had been meticulously planned, yet her mind was a...