Freya's POV
My consciousness drifted into sleep, where dreams merged reality with desire. Perhaps it was my conversation with my best friend, or maybe the growing fascination I felt for Mack Ben, but he invaded my subconscious that night.
The dream unfolded like a fantasy I never dared imagine while awake.
My wedding with Jasper Tristan proceeded without the chaos that had destroyed it in reality. I glided down the aisle in a gown I had crafted with my own hands, each stitch a labor of love. The guests murmured their approval as I moved toward my supposed destiny.
But when I reached the altar and my groom lifted the delicate veil from my face, Jasper Tristan had vanished. Instead, Mack Ben stood before me, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my heart race.