As the night wore on and the celebration continued, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. Aliana and Diana had been hovering around me all evening, their smiles and laughter seeming to hide a sinister intent.
As we made our way back to the car, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe once we were away from the prying eyes of our guests, I could finally relax.
But as we drove away from the venue, I noticed Aliana and Diana exchanging a knowing glance in the rearview mirror. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered what they were planning.
As we drove away from the venue, my husband, John, turned to me with a smile. "Hey, Mrs. Peterson," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "How does it feel to be married?"
I blushed, feeling a sen
