The morning of the wedding was loud before it was beautiful.

“Where is the makeup artist?” Selene’s voice cut through the bridal suite like a blade.

“Why is the veil still on the chair?”

“Who moved my shoes? I said nobody should touch my things!”

The room froze.

“I want today perfect,” Selene snapped. “Perfect means no mistakes, no delays, no stupidity.”

“Yes, ma’am,” three voices replied at once.

Across the hall, Aria stood calmly as a stylist adjusted the last button on her dress.

Her gown was simple, elegant, champagne silk, tailored perfectly to her frame. No diamonds screaming for attention. No excess. Just quiet class.

A staff member...