Chapter Nine

Two weeks had flown by in a blur, and now Lydia found herself standing in front of a tall mirror in a lavish bridal boutique, wearing an elegant white gown. The soft fabric draped around her in a way that felt surreal, like she was watching someone else play the role of a bride.

Beside her, Mrs. Davidson—Scott’s mother—looked on with a scrutinizing yet approving gaze, her eyes narrowing as she inspected every detail of the dress. Lydia tried to focus on the moment, on the dress, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying the whirlwind of events that had led her here.