scheming plan for the future.

"Rosemary Garcia," she blurted out, the name almost an invocation. "Yes! That's the name she told me. She was with another lady, Nana Garcia."

They all exchanged glances,

"Wait, who exactly are you marrying? Is it not your ex-wife Elisa?" asked the attendant his brow furrowing in disbelief. His eyes darted between John and Miguel, who stood in the midst of tuxedos—their hearts heavy with a thousand unspoken words.

"Bro, do you still think it was a coincidence?" John replied with a voice laced with bitterness. "Take heart, but the truth will always remain the truth, she is not Elisa, but an imposter."

Bruce, interjecting gently, placed a reassuring hand on Miguel's shoulder. The troubled facets of their shared history and a spell gone awry hung in the air like fog. Miguel, tightened his fists in frustration,