The following morning, Clara woke up slowly, a strange calm settling over her. Tomorrow was the hearing, a day that felt as heavy as the one she faced yesterday. But beneath the weight, a small resolve flickered.
She will get through it. She will marry Ethan. She will keep her career, play the part for a year… then quietly walk away. The past will remain where it belongs... locked away in shadows no one could find.
Riley and Sofia lay asleep beside her, their steady breathing a soft comfort in the dim room. She felt grateful, more than ever, for their presence. They were her anchors.
Her phone vibrated on the nightstand, breaking the quiet. The screen showed an unfamiliar number.
She hesitated, then answered.
"Good evening, Ms. Torres," a smooth, professional voice greeted. "This is Marissa, your wedding planner. I wanted to confirm a few details."
Clara's mind switched off almost immediately, she didn't want to think too hard about the wedding, and didn't want to let herself get caught up in it.
Marissa continued, "Your dress fitting is scheduled for this afternoon. The wedding is on Friday, as planned."
Clara nodded, though the planner couldn't see her.
"And for the flowers, we have white lilies and pale roses. Will that do? " Marissa asked."
Clara allowed herself a small smile. They were her favourite. "That's ok." She replied.
"Lastly," the planner said, "have you decided on bridesmaids and your best maid?"
Clara glanced over at the two sleeping figures in the room.
"Just two bridesmaids," she said quietly. "Sofia and Riley."
"Excellent choice," Marissa replied. "I'll make the arrangements."
The line went dead.
Clara set the phone down, eyes closing again.
One week until the wedding.
One year until freedom.
She just had to survive the next few days, then the next year.