Chapter 148|| REINALDO's POV ||I had stood in front of the mirror in my groom's outfit, adjusting the cuff that refused to sit straight, when the world had ended behind me.The room smelled faintly of flowers and starch, of new fabric and old hopes. White roses lay on the table, their petals perfect, untouched. I remembered thinking, absurdly, that Anna would scold whoever had chosen white because she preferred wildflowers-messy, alive, imperfect. Smiling at that thought, I turned around.That was when I saw her.Anna was lying on the floor where the sunlight should have touched her face. Blood was spreading beneath her, a dark, ruthless shadow, soaking into the carpet, staining everything it touched. Her dress was torn, the gentle color of it ruined, her skin pale in a way that seized my chest tight. For a moment, my brain refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. I just kept standing, frozen in my groom’s suit, breathing an air that now felt poisoned.“No,” I whispered. The
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