MARIA'S POV
Just as I was about to step out, my mom intercepted me, concern etched on her face. Her pallid expression hinted at a lack of excitement about the wedding, and it occurred to me that someone needed to handle the preparations, even if it wasn't her first choice.
It seemed my own sadness and disinterest in the wedding were taking a toll on her as well. How could she possibly enjoy preparing for someone's wedding when the bride herself was in distress?
She gazed into my eyes, attempting to fathom the pain and thoughts I carried, but my emotions remained elusive.
"Where do you think you're going at this hour, Maria? Look around, dear. It's the eve of your wedding; you should be busier than anyone else," she asked, a mix of curiosity and worry in her eyes.
"I just need a break
