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**Chapter 4: Fiona's POV**

"A Night to My Big Day,"

As the sun rose over the Ashford's elegant estate, a sense of joyful anticipation filled the air. The smell of fresh flowers wafted through my room, mingling with the soft hum of excitement. The scent of freshly brewed alcohol and baking pastries filled the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and last-minute preparations.

I stood by the walls of the estate which were lined floor-to-ceiling and beautifully decked for the upcoming celebration. The house was clearly busy, with people moving up and down. The atmosphere was alive with excitement as the estate buzzed with activities, cars pulling in and out, delivering flowers, decorations, and guests.

I moved to the window side to catch a view when I heard a beep from my phone. I slowly drifted towards where the beep was coming from. I reached out for my phone, and my curiosity turned into confusion as I scrolled through messages from unknown numbers. The words blurred together, but one phrase seared itself into my mind, "JASON FROSTWOOD AFFAIR"!

My heart sank, my breath catching in my throat. I felt like I had been punched in the guts. The room began to spin, colors bleeding together. I thought of Jason, my loving about-to-be husband, and the lovely memories we had shared since childhood.

I was in disbelief, so I decided to call in Maeve to confirm the shocking news. A few minutes later, a beautiful light-skinned lady walked in. She was dressed in a grey skirt over a light blue chiffon blouse, and her jet-black hair swished about as she approached me. Before I could even open my mouth, Maeve said she needed to tell me something. Her voice trembled, her eyes filled with worry.

My voice was above a whisper as I asked her, "What is it?" Maeve hesitated before speaking. She said, "There are rumors about Jason having an affair. I didn't want to believe it, but... I saw the pictures."

My world crumbled. The laughter, the tears, the promises—all seemed like lies now. I felt my mind racing with questions. Was it true? Had Jason betrayed my trust? How could this be happening on the eve of our wedding?

Just in the middle of my thoughts, a soft knock on the door interrupted us. "Come in," I called out. The door creaked open, and my brother, Ethan, slipped inside. His expression turned concerned as he took in my distraught face. "What is going on?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. I nodded to Maeve, and she went out immediately, closing the door behind her. Ethan sat beside me, pulling me into a gentle hug and asking me what's wrong.

I sniffled, "Rumors about Jason... and a mortal." Ethan's face darkened. He told me not to believe it, saying he is a good guy and he loves me. I looked up at him, my eyes red-rimmed, and asked him, "What if it is true?" Ethan's expression softened, and he told me he's there for me. We will face it together, but I shouldn't let rumors ruin my happiness. My thoughts began to dissipate under Ethan's reassuring words. I recalled Jason's kindness, support, and our shared laughter.

With a newfound sense of calm, I pulled back, wiping away my tears. "You're right, Ethan, I trust Jason," I said. Ethan smiled back at me, relief washing over his face. "That's my young sister. Now get ready for tomorrow's special day," he said.

I laughed, feeling my heart fill with love and gratitude for Ethan. I felt more revitalized. I took a deep breath, letting go of the lingering doubts. The day was still young, and I was determined to make the most of it.

"I am starving," I announced, standing up and smoothing my pajamas. Ethan chuckled and told me to enjoy breakfast. He would be back later. I nodded, watching Ethan exit. I changed into a cozy sweater gown and headed downstairs to the sitting room. The warm scent of the house made my stomach growl with anticipation. My family was already gathered around the breakfast table. Everyone greeted each other and asked about their nights. The conversation flowed easily as we enjoyed breakfast together – laughter, stories, and plans for the wedding rehearsals.

After breakfast, my mum called me to ask if we could get started on my final fittings because the designer is waiting. I nodded enthusiastically. The rest of the morning was a whirlwind of trying on dresses, each one more stunning than the last. My mother and bridesmaids oohed and aahed over every detail, from delicate lace to intricate embroidery. As the hours passed, my excitement grew. I stood in front of mirrors admiring the way each gown accentuated my curves.

After what seemed like an eternity, I had narrowed down my choices to two stunning gowns. My mother and bride me deliberated on the pros and cons of each gown. Finally, I made my decision. The chosen gown shimmered in the light, its delicate straps and flowing skirts perfect for my wedding day.

Exhausted but exhilarated, I changed into comfortable clothes and collapsed onto the plush couch in our sitting room. My mom brought a soothing cup of tea accompanied by a smile, telling me I deserved a rest. Today had been overwhelming. I sipped my tea, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. I moved into my room, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. The chaos of the morning, from the shocking rumors to the whirlwind of dress fittings, had finally subsided.

I kicked off my shoes and slipped onto my bed, sinking into the softness. The calming scent of lavender wafted from my pillow, enveloping me in tranquility. As I settled in, my thoughts naturally drifted to Jason. I recalled our childhood tender moments, the laughter we shared, my heart swelled with love and gratitude.

With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion take over.