All Chapters of 60 Days to Get Married: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning dawned heavy, as if the sky itself knew what awaited me. I barely slept, my mind tangled in memories of my father and the word Sebastian had dared to utter: cousin. Aside from that, the morning had dawned cloudy, with a refreshing breeze, the kind that's actually quite enjoyable. When I arrived at the office, the atmosphere felt tense, hostile. The hallways seemed narrower, the whispers sharper. Every step was a warning, but somehow, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. Despite it not being the answer I'd hoped for, the fact that Sebastian and I were cousins ​​meant I was no longer waiting for an answer from the universe. I disguised myself as best I could and walked among my employees to greet them. They were the ones who had decided to stay despite the rumors. They were the ones who understood that I was human and had a past outside of my involvement with the company, and that this wasn't going to affect my professional life

"Mia?" I asked in a low voice at first, and then louder, "MIA??" We all turned around at the same time to try and find Mia, who wasn't behind us, and we all had something in our hands. Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door. "BOO!" yelled that wretched Mia from behind us, making all three of us jump, while she laughed hysterically. "Oh, I fucking hate you, bitch." Mia was still laughing, doubled over, while Kathe shot her a murderous glare. My heart was still racing, and I was trying to catch my breath, while Sebastian looked genuinely terrified. “Seriously, Mia,” I muttered through gritted teeth, “you’re going to have a heart attack one of these days from your jokes.” Sebastian didn’t smile. He stood still, staring at the end of the hallway, where the light was still flickering. “That wasn’t her,&rdqu

I woke up with a stiff neck, as if I hadn't slept well. As soon as I moved, a wave of nausea and a slight headache washed over me, along with memories of the previous night. Laughter, conversation, half-opening boxes, and simply continuing to eat and drink as if we were teenagers again. The room was dim; the curtains only let in a faint glow of morning light. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't lying on the floor or propped up on a box. I was sprawled on the sofa, my head resting on Sebastian's chest. His arm was wrapped gently around me, heavy but protective, as if even in sleep he hadn't let go. For a second, I froze, unsure whether to move. His breathing was steady and calm, and I could feel his warmth in my hair. The chaos of the previous night—the laughter, the wine, the pizza—still hung in the air, but now it was softened by the tranquility of the morning. On the other side of the room, Mia was

The phone kept vibrating in my hand, as if it wanted to scream what I couldn't. Sebastian leaned forward slightly, trying to see the screen, but I turned it toward me, shielding it. Kathe frowned, Mia bit her lip. The message was brief, almost cruel in its simplicity: "The reservation has been released. If you wish to keep the date, you must confirm payment before tomorrow." The clock on the wall read 2 PM. Somehow, we had slept in and spent the rest of the morning arranging everything. For a second, my mind shifted, and I turned to see what we had done. Even if it was a small victory, we had managed to tidy up the place that, from now on, would be my home, or at least a refuge. The silence was broken. Kathe was the first to react. "We don't have time for arguments. Either you fix this now, or we lose it." Mia slumped in her chair, exaggerating a sigh. “Drama, clocks, payme

The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft but persistent, as if reminding me that the outside world kept moving on. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the weight of the previous night, but also something different: a spark, faint but undeniable.I got out of bed, my body stiff, but my mind clearer than it had been in weeks. The silence of the apartment no longer felt suffocating; it felt like a blank canvas. For the first time, I didn't see emptiness, I saw possibility.I went to the window and let the sunlight caress my face. I placed my trembling hand on the glass, and although the pain was still there, I no longer saw it as a curse. It was a reminder of survival, of battles fought and won. My hands might never be the same again, but my spirit wasn't broken. I was still Sofia, and I still had something to offer.Memories of my father's pride returned, not like daggers, but like fuel. He had believed in me when I was just a girl with sketches and dreams, and I owed it to hi