Zoey:
If anyone had told me I’d wake up one day pretending to be married to Alexander Knight, I’d have laughed in their face. Or cried. Maybe both.
But there I was, standing in front of a mirror in a room that smelled faintly of roses and expensive perfume, watching a stranger stare back at me.
The dress shimmered under the golden lights, catching every nervous breath I took. Each bead sparkled like it was mocking me, like it knew I didn’t belong in a world made of champagne and headlines.
Behind me, Tara’s reflection appeared first. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. Kate stood beside her, arms folded, eyes soft but filled with questions she hadn’t asked yet.
“You’re quiet,” Kate said finally, stepping closer. “Too quiet. That’s never a good sign.
