Jennifer's POV**
The morning of my wedding dawned not with nerves, but with a profound, quiet certainty. The suite at The Austerlitz was flooded with soft, golden light, a world away from the sterile silence of my old apartment or the oppressive grandeur of Stanley’s mansions.
I stood in the center of the room, already in my silk robe, when Lucy came and stood before me. She placed her hands on my shoulders; her eyes, usually so full of mischief, were serious and deep.
“Look at me, Jen,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Today is your day. Not Croft’s. Not Texas’s. Not a day to think about prisons or the past. It’s yours. You walked through hell to get here. So today, you will be happy. Take every second of this glorious, beautiful day and soak it in. You deserve this. All of it.”
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