Lynn's POV
The days leading to the wedding blur past in a haze of forced smiles and fake family dinners.
Mom fusses over centerpieces, pretending the past months never happened. Amy flutters around talking about her dress, her makeup, her role in "my sister's big day"—as if she hasn't been sleeping with the groom.
Charles plays the devoted fiancé, touching my hand at dinners, kissing my cheek for photos. Every gesture makes my skin crawl.
But I smile. I play along. I let them all think I'm the naive fool who came back for love.
Dad watches me with worried eyes, but says nothing. Logan texts me every night, checking in, reminding me.
The wedding day arrives with crystalline blue skies.
The yacht—a massive luxury vessel chartered for the occasion—sits gleaming white against the marina
