Alice

Phoebe's gaze held mine for a while, her expression unwavering. "I'm afraid this can't wait," she said, her voice firm but polite.

I felt a surge of determination. I wasn't going to let this woman disrupt my wedding night. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait," I said, my voice firm. "Or better yet, come back another day."

Phoebe's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "I'll come back another day, then," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "But tell your husband... tell him Phoebe was here."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me feeling uneasy and uncertain. Who was this woman, and what...