The fading light of dusk spilled through the slats of the curtains, bathing Celina’s room in a golden glow that contrasted with the storm raging inside her. Lying on her bed, she kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling, fighting back tears. Beside her, Zoe remained in silence, respecting her friend’s pain, offering nothing but her presence as comfort.

Celina drew in a deep breath, as if she could pull strength from the air itself. Her chest ached. To her, Thor and Isabela’s wedding was already seale