GABRIELLE POV
The muffled sound of her mother’s voice penetrated Gabrielle’s dreams, a persistent call to wakefulness. “Wake up, Gabrielle, we’re going to be late,” her mother’s urgent tone echoed through the door, disrupting the tranquility of the morning.
Gabrielle stirred, her senses slowly coming alive as the familiar rush of excitement began to seep into her consciousness.
With a groggy but eager response, she called back, “I’m coming, Mom.”
Today was not just any day. It was the day of the grand preparations for her wedding. The schedule was packed. First, a visit to the Absolute Salon for a day of pampering, followed by an evening ceremony at the Napoleon Buffet, where Father Jeovanni, the same priest who had baptized Leo, would officiate.
At the salon, the atmosphere buzzed w
