RYLEE POV
The night was supposed to be perfect. It was a celebration of love, a night of laughter, and a symbol of the future Viggo and I were building together. Yet, as I mingled with his partners and basked in the glow of our engagement party, a nagging sense of unease pulled at me. I needed a moment to myself, a brief respite from the incessant buzz of conversation and clinking glasses.
"Honey, I need to step away for a moment. I’ll be right back," I said, flashing a warm smile at Viggo and his friends. He gave me a reassuring nod, and I turned away, heading towards the elegant dressing room where I had prepared for the evening.
The room was a haven of soft lights and delicate fabrics, a sanctuary from the revelry outside. I walked over to the vanity, needing to touch up my makeup. T
