Beverly's POV

The morning before the wedding Seraphina showed up at my door unannounced. I was still in pajamas with spit-up on my shoulder and circles under my eyes.

"Can we talk?" she asked. "Privately?"

My stomach dropped. More criticism, more ways I was failing. But I nodded and followed her outside.

We walked through the garden in silence. The early morning air was cool and dew clung to the grass. My bare feet left prints in the wet ground.

"I owe you an apology," Seraphina said ...