turned on her heel and hurried toward the bridal suite.
Her pulse raced, her mind spinning. But one thing was certain—she needed to talk to Claire. And she needed to do it now.
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Claire sat on the floor, still in her wedding dress, the heavy fabric pooling around her like a ghost of what should have been.
Mascara streaked down her cheeks, smudges of black staining the pristine white lace of her sleeves. She looked up as
Olivia stepped inside, but she didn’t speak. The silence between them was thick, heavy with words unsaid.
Olivia took a deep breath, shutting the door behind her with a quiet click. She didn’t sit right away. Instead, she studied Claire, the way her shoulders shook, the way her hands clenched and unclenched in her lap.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Olivia finally asked, her voice softer
