Marian's POV
The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, warm and unwelcome against my closed eyelids. My body was heavier than usual, my limbs sinking into the mattress as though the weight of the past weeks had finally caught up to me. The banquet was over, the stress of planning and executing every detail finally lifted. For once, I allowed myself to sleep in.
I rolled onto my side, burying my face into the plush pillow and savoring the rare luxury of rest. My mind flitted through faint memories of the night before—guests praising the decor, the seamless execution of every detail, and the undeniable chemistry between Aiden and me as we maneuvered through the crowd like a perfectly synchronized duo.
And, of course, the utter humiliation of Amira and Summer.
