The next day…
The morning light streamed softly through the tall windows of Ezra's penthouse. Scarlett stood in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea while Elaine moved with practiced grace, tidying up the counter after breakfast.
There was a quiet understanding between them… unspoken, but deeply felt. The wedding was today. The air carried that strange kind of stillness before a storm.
Scarlett finally broke the silence. "Do you really plan on attending?"
Elaine glanced at her. "Yes. I need closure."
Scarlett nodded slowly. "I understand. I just… I wish things were different. That you didn't have to go through this."
Elaine let out a soft laugh… dry and weary. "You think I haven't mourned this marriage already, Scarlett? I've cried my tears. Today is not for grief. It's for grace."
Scarlett stepped closer, her voice soft. "You've been strong, Elaine. Stronger than anyone I know. And I'm… grateful. For everything. Even if you still don't fully trust me."
