EMILIA
“Have you seen this before?” I breathe, my eyes glued to the mural on the wall. We were just walking to the convenience store to grab some of Céline’s essentials, but then this caught my eye — a huge swirl of colours, like a painting from a dream.
The mural stretches across the hallway, all soft pastels and golden light. It's full of pictures — painted versions of Zane and Becca, laughing, dancing, holding hands, kissing. It’s romantic in a way that makes your chest ache a little.
Would be better if the groom didn’t have more than a few screws loose.
“Wow,” I whisper. “The cruise really was made just for them.”
Céline glances over, smiling a little like she’s not surprised. “Yeah. I was actually there when Becca and Margot planned the whole thing. They got the mural commissione
