“Deviana, pick up your phone. This is important.”

Her grandfather’s heavy voice on the other end made Deviana, who was arranging sketches at her worktable, freeze. The fingers holding her pencil stopped moving as she stared at the phone still pressed to her ear.

“Grandpa? What is it at this hour? You sound… very serious,” Deviana asked, trying to suppress the anxiety rising inside her.

Silence. Only his heavy breathing came through the line. Then the words fell, hitting Deviana’s heart like a blow she hadn’t seen coming.

“Adrian’s grandfather wants to meet. He said it’s time to talk again about the wedding that never happened.”

Deviana went rigid. The...