Ella's POV:
The wedding day was fast approaching, and while the rumors surrounding Klaus's video had finally started to die down, my nerves hadn't.
There was a constant knot in my stomach that seemed to tighten with each passing day. I kept trying to remind myself that everything was fine now, the worst had passed. The public had moved on, or at least they were getting there, and Arec's unwavering support had shielded me from the worst of it.
But as much as I wanted to relax, there was this gnawing feeling that something could still go wrong. Something, or rather someone, who had yet to show her full hand.
Joanne.
As Arec and I drove to the wedding venue for a final inspection, I tried to focus on the little details, the flowers, the lighting, the seating arrangements, anything to distract me from the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface.
