The days slipped by in a blur of preparations and emotions, and before Cammy could even catch her breath, the morning sun rose on her wedding day.
A soft, golden light spilled through the windows where Cammy sat in front of the vanity, her eyes locked on her reflection as the hairdresser worked her curls into a loose, elegant updo.
Down the hill in Felicity's sprawling villa, Ric's uncle and cousin had arrived the night before—stoic, formal, and perfectly in sync with Ric's world.
Monica had arrived just hours later, tension clinging to her shoulders like a heavy cloak.
"Are you absolutely sure you didn't say anything to Dad? Not even a hint?" Cammy asked, breaking the silence, her voice painted with a thread of anxious urgency.
