The bridal shower relaxed slowly.

Laughter faded into tired smiles. Gift wraps littered the table, half-deflated balloons drifting lazily near the ceiling.

Anna had left saying something urgent came up. Rebecca was busy walking Mara and Kylie to the door, still chatting animatedly about honeymoon ideas and color palettes.

Serena lingered behind.

She picked up her phone.

Nothing.

No missed calls. No texts. No “I’m on my way” from Roman. Her lips curved into a small pout before she could stop herself.

“He’s probably just busy,” she murmured, more to reassure herself than anyone else.

Still, she tapped his name and pressed call.

It rang.

Once, twice.

Serena’s brows knitted...