The answer might always elude me, but it would probably remain a haunting thought forever. Mom was like a rainbow amidst a turbulent sky. She was the sweetener in lemonade and the comforting pink bandage that healed all wounds. I had cherished every aspect of her, and the idea that she might have endured pain without my knowledge was unbearable to consider.
A suffocating cloud darkened my mood as I got ready for the day, but I did my best to sweep it away, knowing I would be visiting the wedding planner today. Stefan, however, mentioned last evening he did not wanted to marry me, but knowing Papa, I knew he'd go to extreme lengths to make sure this engagement remain intact.
Several question were storming in my head. Why Stefan wanted to back off? A realisation that he might know about m
