Elena's POV Yesterday had wrung me dry.Every part of me ached, like I’d been dancing barefoot on shards of glass all night. My calves felt tight, my shoulders heavy, even the small bones in my feet protested as I shifted under the blanket. It wasn’t just physical—it was the kind of bone-deep fatigue that seeps in after hours of smiling, organizing, keeping everyone calm while secretly holding your own chaos in a jar. Weddings looked glamorous from the outside, but standing behind the scenes? It was war disguised in lace and flowers.I groaned, rolling over in bed, my cheek pressing into the cool pillow. Sunlight spilled in through the curtains I’d forgotten to close last night, stabbing at my eyes. Ugh. Morning. I wasn’t ready for it.For a few blissful seconds, I considered shutting my eyes again, letting sleep pull me back. But then the doorbell rang. Twice. Loud enough to make me flinch.I sat up groggily, hair a mess, dragging the blanket with me like a second skin. Who the hell
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