Zara
Wedding planning was chaos, even with Ria and Tessa leading the charge.
I let them take over the details—floral arrangements, color palettes, cake tastings. They loved every second of it. Ria treated it like a competitive sport, determined to make it the most unforgettable day of my life. Tessa kept spreadsheets and vendor lists, coordinating things I hadn’t even thought of.
Colton mostly stayed out of the way, except when he was dragged into decision-making for suits or music. He hated the planning, but he never complained. He just smiled and kissed my forehead and told me, “Whatever makes you happy.”
I should’ve been glowing with excitement. But something felt… off.
It started small—fatigue I couldn’t shake, headaches that lingered too long, food aversions that didn’t make sens
