Zarah's POV
The party was going well. Maybe too well.
I stood in the center of the living room, a glass of sparkling wine in my hand, laughing softly at something one of my friends had said.
The chandelier lights above glowed like stars, and the scent of roses and fresh desserts filled the air. Everything looked perfect, just like I had planned.
My dress was custom-made—silky cream fabric that hugged my body just right. My hair was pulled back in soft curls, and the heels on my feet sparkled with every step. People looked at me like I was the main character of a royal story.
"Zarah, this party is simply breathtaking," Nora gushed, flipping her blonde curls. "You always know how to host like real class."
"Your Fiancé must be so proud of you," another added, eyes gleaming with envy. "Y
