As Jane gets ready to marry Anthony, she receives anonymous messages warning her not to do so. When she follows a wild goose chase to a nearby hotel, she finds the reason behind the warnings.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the wedding venue, where Jane sat in front of a large mirror. It was her big day. As she began to apply her makeup, her movements were reflective, almost meditative. There was a quiet, introspective look in her eyes.
Standing behind her, her mother adjusted the dress on the bed. “Hair and makeup first,” she reminded gently. “And then we’ll slip you into your dress.”
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Jane nodded, her hands steady as she applied her eyeliner. “I know, Mom,” she murmured.
“You’re so calm,” her mother observed. “Are you excited to see Anthony?”
Jane paused, the eyeliner hovering. “Yes,” she said softly. “He’s thrown himself into the wedding planning. I never knew he had such a knack for it.”
Her mother chuckled. “That’s my Janey, always full of surprises.”
Jane’s reflection showed a small, wistful smile. “You know, meeting Anthony was like something out of a cheesy romance novel. At the supermarket, of all places.”
Her mother’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “The story of the watermelon meeting. It’s not every day you find love in the produce section.”
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Jane’s smile grew as she remembered that day—Anthony’s easy charm, the playful banter over watermelons, and their shared laughter. It all seemed like a distant, beautiful dream. But it was nice to think about as she slipped into her wedding dress.
“But you know,” she continued, her voice trailing off as she applied another layer of mascara, “I’ve always been the one who tries to make others happy. It’s what Anthony loved about me.”
“That’s true,” her mother agreed. “You’ve always been our little people-pleaser. But remember, today is about your happiness, Jane.”
She met her mother’s eyes in the mirror and was about to speak when her phone buzzed, breaking the moment. Picking it up, Jane saw an incoming voice message. Her brows furrowed as she played it in low volume so her mother wouldn’t hear.
The unknown voice filled the room: “You need to cancel the wedding, Jane. This isn’t right for you. There are things you don’t know. Secrets. Trust me, Jane. This is for the best. Cancel the wedding.”
