**Elena’s POV**
I tucked the note deep into the flowers, my fingers sweating as the paper pressed against my skin, the words echoing painfully in my mind: You shouldn’t have married him.
What the hell does that mean? I thought as I forced a smile for the camera, my cheeks were stiff and sore from all the pretense.
Who might have written it?
I glanced around to see if anyone was giving me a suspicious look.
Somebody out there knew something I didn’t, and the thought made my skin crawl, as if eyes were on me from every corner.
I tried to shake it off, but the feeling lingered.
I had no idea who sent it or why, but I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.
Was it Dante?
My stomach twisted just thinking about it. I pressed a hand to my side, trying to breathe through it, but the feeling wouldn’
