|| Lilac’s POV ||

The house was a whirlwind of activity, the air thick with the scent of fresh flowers and the sound of hurried footsteps. The date of the engagement ceremony was looming closer, and with it came a flurry of preparations that left me feeling suffocated. Mom was in her element, flitting from room to room with a clipboard in hand, her voice a constant stream of instructions. 

“Lilac, sweetpea, what do you think of this dress? The ivory or the gold? And the ...