Two weeks after the Spring Ball
I woke up at 4 a.m. screaming.
The nightmare again. Always the same.
Me, at the altar. White dress. But when I turn to the groom... it's Rafael. And he's laughing. And next to him, Sofia. Also laughing. And behind them, hundreds of people. All laughing. At me.
"Elena! Elena, wake up!" Enzo's voice, gently shaking me.
I opened my eyes, breathless. Sweaty. Trembling.
"It was... it was the nightmare again."
"Third time this week," he stated, worried. "Elena, maybe we should postpone the interview. You're under a lot of stress, and pregnant..."
"NO," I interrupted, more aggressively than I intended. "Sorry. But no. We're not going to postpone it. Enzo, these nightmares... they'll only stop when I finish this. When Monica pays. When everyone pays. Understand?" He analyzed my face.
"You're angry."
