Cruz’s POV

If misery had a name, it would be “dress rehearsal”, especially for a wedding. Hard to believe the wedding is tomorrow. What a horrific event.

Everywhere is covered in these odd lilac flowers and baby’s breath. All of the bridesmaids are in similar dress styles of dark navy. The groomsmen, many of whom are cousins who I have only met once or twice in my life, stand at my side.

I sent my mind far away a while ago. The moment we entered the ...