Lucas's expression darkened with concern as he listened to Aria's words, the weight of their shared unease settling heavily on his shoulders. "Do you think she had something to do with the fire?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Aria shook her head, her mind racing with possibilities.
My heart hammered in my chest as I stood before Mia, her words ringing in my ears like a twisted melody. Maid of honor… "Evie, darling," Mia cooed, her voice sickly sweet as she presented the bridesmaid dress to me, her eyes gleaming with false sincerity. "I'd want my daughter to be there at my
My mother had flown into a rage, her words sharp and cutting as she hurled insults and threats in my direction. I had stood my ground, refusing to give in to her demands, but she had been relentless. The next day, she had cleared all the food out of the house, leaving me hungry and alone in the da
The reflection staring back at me in the mirror seemed foreign, like a stranger I once knew but lost touch with. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, attempting to straighten out the mess that was my life. Mia bustled around the room, looking feverishly for something. "Evie, darling, could you spin
I hesitated for a moment, watching her smile at me expectantly. But ultimately, I pushed aside my doubts and plastered on a smile. “I’m fine with either. Can I please see your wedding dress?” I asked once more. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious. My mother, once so modest in the face of n
The air crackled with tension as Lucas stood in the doorway, his presence a stark reminder of the chaos that swirled around us. Mia shifted uneasily beside me, her eyes darting between Lucas and the dress in my hands. "Lucas, I..." Mia began, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right
Anxiety knotted my stomach as Lucas steered the car through the winding streets towards the hospital. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to suffocate. My mind raced with questions, each more urgent than the last. The image of Aria lying unconscious haunted me, her delicate features ma
Mia's face paled beneath a mask of denial, her hands trembling as she reached for her purse. "I-I don't know how her phone got in there," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It must be a mistake." But the truth was plain to see, the evidence of Mia's deceit laid bare before us like a