htly from the pain still lingering in her legs. The guards bowed, and she nodded at them, managing a faint smil

ered as she reached for Evanora's bag, glanci

he noticed the figures waiting in the living room - both families, seated and staring. Her father's stern gaze made her heart sink fu

orced smile, even as Andrea, her sister, looked at her with narrowed e

plied, laughing a bit too loudly. Her voice wave

nim smirked. "Thought yo

er seat. Denim's arrogance irked her. He seemed so sure she

irst, and the tension became palpable. She could feel their silent expectations pressing in, but she wasn't

ng started, her voice attempt

ected, voice seething with barely controlled anger, "Don't call he

he said, hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Denim will never d

just a mistake now?" Her tone was cutting. "My sister deserves better than some guy who

son! He might have slipped up, but that doesn't mean h

unwavering. "And everyon

Denim's father, barked, his voice

voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have an explanation. I messed up, okay?" He turned his plead

a whisper. "You could have chosen anyone, but my best friend?" She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Do you have any idea h

nsense, Evanora! We have thousands of fans waiting for our wedding. You think yo

tween Evanora and Denim, her tone sharp and unfor

t care about a public image, Denim. I care about my own happiness, and if I have to choose between that and a relationship built on

her. Each step felt heavy, the weight of her decision settling over her. She didn't want to look back, no

tions breaking as she let out a choked sob. She sank to the floor, staring up at the framed

utching her chest. How had

ack to reality. She glanced down, dread pooling in her stomach. No

t as she opened

'd act like this. Sh

sgrace, a t

he deserves

r! She's only reacting to being

remark cut deeper than the last, every ounce of pain and humiliation she'd been holding back now crashing o

or simply wanting to escape,