"They say weddings bind lives, but what happens when yours unravels before it begins?"
—Ava Carter
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Ava's Point of View
6th July, 2025.
The day I finalize my deal with the devil on an altar. Suddenly, this contract feels less like ink and paper and more like a covenant sealed with blood and vows.
I woke with anxiety clawing at my chest, every breath weighed down with dread. My body felt heavy, sluggish, like it was rebelling against what today meant. Half of me prayed I'd wake up from this nightmare, but it wasn't a dream. My mom and Ana were glowing, Avie was bouncing like this was a fairy tale, and I couldn't kill their joy.
The venue was breathtaking, almost surreal. Marble floors, chandeliers like falling stars, flowers in every corner, it was like something out of a film. Mom's eyes sparkled in awe, though nerves tugged at her expression.
