Maria.
When I opened my eyes that morning, my entire body felt heavy and flushed, as though a sudden fever had settled deep into my bones.
The heavy realization weighed down on me the moment I woke up: today was finally the day. The forced, inescapable wedding with Vincent had arrived.
Yet, despite the looming ceremony, the forced marriage wasn't what truly tormented my mind—it was Noah.
An agonizing knot tightened in my chest every time I thought of him. Ever since he abruptly severed our mind-link yesterday, I hadn't heard a single word. The silence was deafening, leaving me trapped in a painful limbo of uncertainty.
Could I actually place my trust in the quadruplets?
Would they truly be capable of pulling off a miracle and helping me escape this nightmare before it was too late?
My thoughts were spiraling out of control when the abrupt tug of the wedding dress snapped me back to reality.
