MAYA

I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to connect the woman in front of me with the fact that she was getting married today.

The dress was beautiful, and so was everything else about the morning—the flowers, the room, even the chaos downstairs as everyone worked to make sure the day went perfectly. Somehow, all I felt was tired.

Nora stood beside me, adjusting something near the back of my dress even though I was pretty sure there was nothing left to adjust.

She had temporarily moved into the mansion after I came back. Officially, she claimed it was because there was no reason for her to keep...