The next day, Sebastian's mansion was livelier than usual.

The little bell on the front door rang repeatedly as designers, florists, and vendors began to arrive. The living room was filled with catalogs, fabric samples, and mood boards. Amidst it all, Mrs. Sonia sat tall, looking as enthusiastic as a general leading a great war—a war for the happiness of her son and daughter-in-law.

"Honey, sit here. Let's start with the dress, shall we?" said Mrs. Sonia, patting the chair beside her.

Elena ...