CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR – A DAY TO THE WEDDING

One afternoon, as Rebecca was reviewing the seating chart for the thousandth time, Luca approached her. "How are things going?" he asked quietly, his voice neutral. Rebecca looked up, searching his face for any clue to his thoughts. "Everything's on track," she replied carefully. "Just a few minor details left to iron out." Luca nodded, then leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Thank you, Rebecca. For everything. I know this can't be easy for you." Before she could respond, he was gone, leaving her with a mixture of relief and confusion. What was he planning? And why was he allowing the wedding to proceed? As the days ticked by, the pressure mounted. The arrival of out-of-town guests added another layer of complexity to the already chaotic atmosphere. Rebecca found herself running interference between demanding relatives, temperamental vendors, and an increasingly erratic Irina. The night before the wedding, Rebecca lay awake in her room at the estate, her mind racing. She had