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I still couldn't believe it. “Without further ado, let us begin the events of tonight!” Another clap, meanwhile I was dwelling on his last word. A wedding that took place at night. Disaster couldn't have a bigger rival if it tried. I was prepared to hate every event of the night, but then little elf-like clowns popped out doing magic tricks, and I swallowed a gulp of air. My eyes widened as I sat at the edge of my seat, watching them play around. Yes I didn't like men, but would anyone consider elves men? I mean they were just so cute, and so harmless.

Zane and I hosted Jane and Monica graciously that evening, and the air in the house felt much lighter. At 10:00 pm, we showed them to the door with smiles on our faces. Finally, we lay down to rest. Our nighttime routine was still the same as before; calm and quiet with nothing happening. At that moment, I couldn't fall asleep. I lay against the head of the bed, watching videos on my phone. I was subscribed to the local news channel. In the video, the newscaster once again mentioned the accident that happened in front of the office.

The moon cast a silver glow over the Reynolds' house as the family settled in for the night. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Selene's father, Henry, paced the living room, his thoughts troubled by the recent events. Elizabeth, her mother, tried to keep a brave face, but the worry lines etched into her features betrayed her inner turmoil.

Laura”s Pov. “You little slutty barren. All you ever do is bring shame and embarrassment to our family,” my mother in-laws' words echoed in my head as I gulped the third cup of whiskey down my throat, complied with the sounds of loud music from the speakers close to my ear, my head and eyes felt heavy with grief. The past fourteen months of being married to the Harrison family have been a never-ending nightmare. Every day came with its own bag of sorrow.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

Avelyn did not sleep. She tried, at some point, closing her eyes in the quiet room Lucas had arranged for her, but her mind refused to rest. Every thought circled back to the same place the timestamp, the meeting, Aurora’s move, and beneath all of that, something deeper she had been holding back for far too long. The wedding night. It came back to her without warning, the memory sharp, vivid, and unwelcome. The lights had been too bright that night. Too many people. Too many smiles. Too many expectations wrapped in something that had felt too perfect to question.

am already. “Fuck!!” She cried, realizing her wedding was just a few hours away. How dare she have a fling with a strange man on the day before her wedding? She thought as she dressed up as calm as possible to avoid waking him up. As she tiptoed to the door, she took a final glance at him as he slept gracefully on the bed. “ I hope we don't meet anymore,” she said to herself and sneaked out of the room. It was dawn before he woke up and he couldn't believe she was gone.

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Tears glazed her eyes at his insults and she fought them, refusing to give him the satisfaction that his words had gotten to her. By ten pm, a barrage of picture taking ended the garden reception and their bootful of gifts were driven to Nelson’s home. Erickson, one of Nelson’s drivers took her home in a different car, enabling her be alone for the first time since the day began. Her thoughts roamed all over the place and apprehension concerning her wedding night made her wish the car ride would never stop. At night, Tasha laid awake in her bed, thinking about the wedding night and how he would take away her virginity. She had heard that it could be painful the first time and keeping up requ

When I finally crawled into bed, the ceiling looked the same as always, but it felt different now. Like he was up there, still awake, maybe listening for me this time. I turned off the light. Rolled over. And whispered to the ceiling again. “Goodnight, Mr. Ceiling.” Somewhere above me, I swore I heard a low laugh. The next night, 2 a.m. came and went in silence. No thuds. No creaks. No teasing sounds through the wall. Just silence. And somehow… that was worse. I lay awake, eyes open in the dark, waiting for something — anything.