(Ava’s POV)
The morning after the wedding was a blur. The remnants of the celebration still hung in the air—lingering laughter and the faint smell of wine clinging to the walls of the estate. I tried to shake off the bitter aftertaste of last night’s confrontation with Logan, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was stuck in a never-ending cycle of disappointment.
I’d barely slept, the weight of everything pressing down on me until I couldn’t escape it. Dominic and I had barely spoken since the moment in the hallway, and despite everything, I couldn’t shake the need for his presence. Something inside me had shifted during those stolen moments with him. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was beginning to care.
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Ava?” Emily
