Amelia POV

Five days.

The number followed me everywhere, like a whisper I couldn’t escape. Five days until I would walk down an aisle, five days until I would say I do, five days until I would become Ethan’s wife. The word wife should have felt grounding, solid, like an anchor. Instead, it made my stomach flutter with a nervous energy I couldn’t quite name.

What was I thinking?

The question echoed in my mind as I stood in front of the mirror that morning, toothbrush paused ...