Elena’s POV
The envelope was plain, no writing on the outside, no seal. It felt oddly heavy in my hands, like it carried more weight than a simple piece of paper should.
Sofia leaned closer from where she was sitting on the chaise lounge, her eyes lighting up with curiosity and that familiar playful grin she always had when she thought something romantic was happening. “Is it a secret love letter from Damien? That man is so extra sometimes. Open it, girl! It might be something sweet he wrote for your big day. You know how he gets all romantic when he wants to be. Maybe it’s a special vow or a note telling you how much he loves you. Come on, don’t keep me in suspense!”
I hesitated, turning the envelope over in my hands. Part of me wanted to set it aside and focus on the dress. Today was
