THIRD POINT OF VIEW
The bridal shower.....
Odette had been told it was just a quiet afternoon tea with her mother. No fuss, no entourage, no schedule to keep. She had even dressed with that in mind — a soft ivory midi dress, simple pearl earrings, and her hair in loose waves. Elegant, yes, but not the sort of thing she'd wear if she knew she'd be the center of attention.
Her mother had been suspiciously quiet on the drive over, only offering a faint smile whenever Odette asked where they were going. The streets they passed grew more familiar until the car slowed at a wrought-iron gate wrapped in pink and gold ribbons.
"Where… are we?" Odette asked, her brows drawing together.
"You'll see," her mother replied, voice gentle but full of something Odette couldn't quite name.
