Skylar
My gaze pierces through Nour, and the tension between us becomes almost tangible. She nervously bites her lower lip, a telltale sign that she's well aware of the reasons we're still entangled in this wedding commitment. Despite our clash with Bethari three days ago, we find ourselves back in the bridal party.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice carrying the weight of exhaustion.
My anger softens as I observe her pallid face and the deep, dark circles beneath her eyes. It's painfully evident that she's reached the brink, tirelessly standing by Bethari's side day and night. Whenever Bethari isn't with Erik, Nour is her unwavering sentinel. They come to visit me with Soon, and we share substantial time together. But it's glaringly obvious that Nour shoulders the brunt of the burde
