Ariana's pov–one week later
The wedding
Sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked awake, the faint scent of lilies from the bouquet resting on the nightstand drifting into the room. Today was the day—the day I became Mrs. Quinn. My stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement, a mix that made it impossible to stay still.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, bare feet touching the cool floor, and took a deep breath. Two weeks had passed since the night Zack and I had let everything else go, and now here we were. It was surreal, unbelievable, and yet so genuine.
The room felt alive as the team of stylists and assistants arrived. Harper was already there, bouncing around with her usual energy, carrying bags of hair products like she wa
