The invitation arrived the next morning.
Elara found it placed neatly on the console table in the living room, her name written beside Aaron’s in elegant script.
She hesitated before opening it.
A destination wedding.
Santorini, Greece.
Her brows lifted slightly as she read through the details—whitewashed villas, ocean views, a three-day celebration. It felt… unreal.
Aaron’s voice came from behind her.
“We’re going.”
Not a question.
Elara turned slowly. “We?”
“Yes.” He adjusted his cufflinks. “Derek’s wedding. I already confirmed.”
She studied him for a moment. “You didn’t think to ask me?”
Aaron met her gaze, expression unreadable. “It’s expected.”
Elara let out a quiet breath. A few weeks ago, she would have nodded. But now—
“I’ll go,” she said. “But not because it’s expect
