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Chapter 12

Penulis: Aysha Haven
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-19 20:04:35
Adriana’s POV

Morning came too quickly with sunlight streaming through the curtains, announcing the day I had both dreaded and anticipated since accepting this invitation. The wedding day.

Sage arrived at my room at eight with coffee and determination in equal measure. She had already showered and dressed in casual elegance, her hair perfect, her makeup flawless.

"Drink this," she commanded, handing me a cup. "And by ready, I mean gorgeous enough to make every person in that ceremony wish they had treated you better."

I took the coffee gratefully because my body had turned against me. Sleep had been impossible after Zayn left, and a headache stayed with me all night. We had talked for hours, his words painting pictures of a future I was too scared to believe in.

"Did you change your mind?" Sage asked, reading my face with the ease of someone who had known me for years. "About leaving?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know." I sank onto the bed. "He asked me to stay. To give us a real chance."

"Of
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