Elena’s POV

The words wedding dress lingered in the air, refusing to fade.

For a moment, all I could feel was a deep, biting irony spreading slowly through my chest.

This wasn’t the first time.

Including the time Stella had tried on wedding dresses, this made it the second.

Both times, they were for women connected to Damien.

It was almost as if every important moment in his life required my presence, as though the wedding itself could not exist without me standing somewhere nearby, ...