ARIA

The hotel suite is enormous—an entire floor of The Plaza that Dante booked for the wedding preparations. Paige is in one room, and Lily is in another, and I’m alone in the master bedroom, staring at my wedding dress hanging in the closet.

Tomorrow, I marry Dante Ashford.

For real. In front of witnesses. With vows and rings and legal documents.

The fact that it’s also real in ways I didn’t anticipate makes my chest tight.

It’s 11:58 p.m. when the soft knuckles rap once on the ...