Beneath the Vows
Bella's Point of view
The moon hung high in the sky as I sat before my vanity, surrounded by the bustling energy of my maids. They fluttered around, adjusting my gown, placing the veil just right, and murmuring compliments about how beautiful I looked. But I wasn't listening. My thoughts were far from this picture-perfect moment.
Tomorrow was the day I would marry Sam Asher. A day that symbolized more than a union it was a calculated step in my mission.
As the maids finally left, satisfied with their work, I let out a deep sigh, staring at my reflection. The woman staring back was dressed for a fairytale, but her heart carried the weight of a thousand secrets. My father's name still bore the stain of false accusations, and my heart burned for justice.
The creak of the front door broke my reverie. I peered out the window and saw Sam stepping out of his car, accompanied by the same woman who seemed to shadow him lately Eliana.
