I woke up at 6 a.m., my heart already racing.
Today. Today was the day.
Today I would marry Enzo Navarro.
I lay in the dark for a moment, letting reality sink in. In fourteen hours, I would be a married woman. I would have a husband. I would have a new last name.
I would be Elena Navarro.
The thought was terrifying and exciting in equal measure.
I got up, took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away my anxiety. It didn't work. Anxiety clung to my skin like a second layer.
Claudia was already awake when I came downstairs, making an elaborate breakfast—pancakes, fruit, eggs. Comfort food.
"Did you sleep?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer from the look on my face.
"A few hours. You?"
"None," she admitted, placing a plate in front of me. "I lay awake thinking about everything that could go wrong. And everything that could go right. In an 80/20 ratio."
"Optimistic."
"Realistic." She sat down next to me. "Elena, last chance. If you want to back out..."
