POV: Siena Blake

The morning air felt cool and fresh as I walked quietly down the hallway of my mother’s house. The walls were painted a soft cream, and the sunlight poured in through tall windows, making everything glow with a gentle warmth. The house was calm, but there was a quiet buzz of energy in the air. Today was different. Today was the day.

I stepped into the big hall where the wedding preparations were already in motion. The floor was polished wood that shone under the morning light. White and pale pink flowers were carefully placed everywhere. Roses, peonies, and lilies filled the tall vases, and their sweet...