CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: Another Attempt

ANASTASIA’S POV:

The soft glow of the ceiling light bathes the condo’s bedroom in a warm ambiance. I sit alone amidst the quietude, my gaze fixed upon the open folder spread out before me. Papers are scattered haphazardly across the bed, photographs peeking out from beneath the clutter, each one a testament to Yvanna's meticulous wedding plans.

My fingers idly trace the edges of the papers as I try to focus, to absorb the details of what I’m seeing and reading, but my brain feels like a tangled mess of wires, incapable of coherent thought.

“What do I know about planning a wedding anyway?”

I glance at the photographs scattered across the desk – images of Yvanna and Hugh, their smiles frozen in time, their happiness captured for eternity. A pang of longing pierces my heart as I study them, my gaze lingering on Hugh's face. Regret gnaws at me, a bitter taste rising in my throat.

“How could I bear to plan his wedding to another woman? And why did I stupidly accept Yvanna's inconsidera