The night after the engagement party, Kya lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of the city lights spilling through her curtains. Julian had bid her good night with a kiss to her hand, his voice low and steady, promising tomorrow would be easier. Yet as the silence settled around her, unease crept in.
Was she making the right decision?
Her mind replayed Elena’s venomous smile, Alexander’s reckless charm, the whispers that clung to her like shadows. She turned onto her side, searching for certainty, but no answer came. Eventually, exhaustion pulled her under, and she fell asleep with the question still lingering, unanswered.
Morning arrived with pale sunlight filtering through the windows. Kya rose slowly, her body heavy with the remnants of doubt. Today was the Whitmore
