Iris’s POV
I kept my phone close fearing that Victor would send me a message but surprisingly, he didn’t. He definitely kept me waiting on purpose.
I finally fell asleep with Marcus’s arm wrapped firmly around my waist, and Victor’s words still burning deep inside my chest.
The dream came suddenly, without warning or any sense of transition. I was standing at the end of a long white aisle, with sunlight pouring through tall glass windows. Faces turned toward me slowly, all of them smiling in quiet approval and expectation. My mother sat in the front row, her handkerchief pressed tightly against her trembling lips. Maya was beside her, her face glowing softly as tears slipped down her cheeks.
I looked down at myself and saw the white dress flowing around my body. The veil rested light
