**Elena’s POV**

“Elena, wake up.”

Elario’s voice slipped through the gap in my door as he pushed it open, letting in a flood of morning light that made me wince and pull the blanket higher.

My head was throbbing from the event of the previous day.

As I opened my eyes, my heart sank so fast I thought I might be sick.

There it was, hanging by the window, as if it had been watching me sleep and waiting for this exact moment.

My wedding dress.

A deep sweetheart neckline, ...