Cassidy
The days that followed passed in a blur.
Wedding planning took over everything.
Every hour, every hallway, every waking breath.
I barely saw my mother—she was constantly bustling through the estate's kitchens and side halls, working with the cooks to finalize the wedding menu. She'd found purpose in the chaos, directing and organizing like she'd done it her whole life. The kitchen staff adored her, and honestly… I think she needed it. Something to focus on. Something that didn't involve dangerous wolves and near-death experiences.
Meanwhile, Elara summoned me daily. Dresses, venue inspections, seating arrangements, ceremonial traditions I hadn't even heard of—it never ended. She had a team of planners who scurried behind her like shadows, and yet she still wanted my opinion on everything. I think she was trying to help, in her own way. Maybe this was her way of bonding. Maybe this was how she showed she cared.
And Mara?
Mara was a menace.
