Her sigh was heavy with emotion, but she didn’t argue. “If that’s what you want, then I support you.”
That night, I set a countdown on my phone: five days until the wedding.
The next morning, I finalized everything with my Dad. By evening, a truckload of gifts arrived at my aunt’s house as a thank-you for all she had done for me.
Damon and Serena walked side by side, carrying bags filled with books and office supplies. From where I stood, they looked exactly like a young couple preparing to start a new project together. Serena’s laughter echoed faintly as she nudged Damon with her shoulder, her delicate figure trailing closely behind him.
I clenched my fists at my sides and turned my attention to Aunt Lydia, who had come down to greet me.
“Dad sent over some gifts for you,” I said casually. “Make sure to check the expiration dates so nothing goes bad.”
Aunt Lydia opened her mouth, likely about to comment on Damon and Serena, but I cut her off. I didn’t want to hear it.
Damon noticed us and, for the first time in weeks, took the initiative to explain himself.