We laughed, and the rest of the meal was spent joking and discussing minor details, all about the wedding, Sebastian, and Carlos. Finally, the tension I'd felt these past few days seemed to dissipate considerably, and amidst laughter, Mia let out a sigh that was a little too long.We remained silent."Sofia, don't marry Carlos," Mia said.I opened my mouth to reply, but Mia raised her hand as if signaling me to stop."I know what you're going to say, but honey, I've known you since we were little girls, and I know that if you marry him, you won't be happy."I froze; her words echoed louder than the laughter that had filled the room moments before.“Mia…” I whispered, but my voice cracked.She leaned forward, her gaze firm, almost pleading. “I’ve seen you fight for your independence, for your happiness. Carlos isn’t part of that fight; he’s the cage. I met you when you went out with him back from school, and I know he drains that sparkle from you more than anything else.”Olivia shifte
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