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AUTHOR’S POV
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the large window, casting golden hues across the bedroom floor. She laid curled up on her side, her body barely moving except for the slow rise and fall of her chest.
Her gaze was distant, locked onto the bright world outside, but her mind was anywhere but here.
It was the day before her wedding.
And she hadn’t left her room since her conversation with Vincien.
Her body felt heavy, weighed down by the whirlwind of emotions that had been clawing at her ever since she learned the truth.
Ever since she realized that Damon hadn’t abandoned her by choice. That all these months, she had been hurting, mourning a love that had never truly died.
A part of her wanted to scream.
A part of her wanted to disappear.
A part of he
