On the road, Liam drove in silence. The air inside the car felt heavy; every so often, they glanced at each other without meaning to. Olivia kept her forehead against the cold window, trying to control the nausea. When the car stopped in front of a luxurious bridal boutique, she lifted her eyes, startled.

“What are we doing here?” she asked softly.

“You need a dress to get married,” Liam replied without looking at her.

“And you had to bring me here?” she shot back.

They went in. Camila’s mother