Friday Morning, 7:23 AM

Eva’s POV

I woke to sunlight streaming through windows and the nauseating realization that in less than two hours, I’d be married.

Married.

The word felt foreign. Impossible. Like something happening to someone else.

I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night’s kitchen encounter. The way Cole had shut me down before I could even finish my sentence. The cold dismissal in his voice when he’d said I’d be disappointed.

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