Althea's POVMorning in the province arrived quietly, like the sun didn’t want to disturb anyone. The house was already awake when I stepped out of the room—pots clinking in the kitchen, soft voices, and the smell of brewed coffee and fried garlic drifting through the hallway.“Good morning,” I said, forcing brightness into my voice.Daniel’s mother turned from the stove. “Ay, Althea! Come, eat. You’ll need energy today.”Daniel walked in behind me, hair still damp, looking too awake for someone who claimed he barely slept. “We’ll go to the municipal hall after breakfast,” he said. “We just need to process a few things.”I sat at the table, fingers automatically brushing the ring on my hand. “You mean the wedding papers? ”“Yeah,” he said, casually. “Just signatures, IDs, and requirements. Easy.”Across the table, Gia appeared like she had been there the whole time. She leaned her hip against the doorway, sipping coffee. “Municipal hall? ” she echoed. “Wow. Busy bride.”Daniel’s mothe
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