The morning light glowed softly, spilling through the cream curtains and touching everything with warmth. Inside, the air was filled with laughter, perfume, and the faint hum of music. It was finally the day — Isabella’s wedding day.

Clara rushed between rooms with a wide smile, giving instructions to the maids while trying not to tear up. “Lily, make sure the veil is laid out properly. And please tell them to bring the bouquet from the fridge not the smaller one, the white one with lilies!”

“Yes, Mom!” Lily shouted back, running up the stairs with a roll of tape in her hand. She had been awake since dawn, excited...