Natalia lay back on the plush hotel bed, her head resting against the soft pillows as laughter filled the room. The night had been exactly what she needed-lighthearted, fun, and filled with love. The wedding was less than twenty-four hours away, and for the first time all day, she felt at peace.

Naomi sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, scrolling through her phone. "Girl, you know social media is already blowing up about your wedding, right? People are dying to see what you're wearing."

Natalia groaned, covering her face with her hands. "No pressure or anything."

Almia chuckled as she stretched out in the armchair. "Oh, please, you're gonna shut it down. You've been glowing for weeks. Jey won't know what hit him when he sees you walk down that aisle."

Galina, ever the voice of reason, set down her tea. "Speaking of, are you getting any sleep tonight? You don't want to be exhausted tomorrow."

Joelle flopped onto the bed beside Natalia, grinning. "Yeah, Nati, we should probably get some rest. But let's be real, are you actually gonna be able to sleep?"

Natalia sighed dramatically. "Doubt it. My mind is running a mile a minute. But I promise, I'll try."

Naomi smirked. "Girl, we'll believe it when we see it."

The conversation slowed as the weight of the day settled over them. One by one, the women started winding down-Almia adjusting the pillows on the couch, Joelle curling up with a blanket, Naomi dimming the lights.

Natalia stared up at the ceiling, her heart pounding. Tomorrow, she would be Mrs. Jonathan Fatu.

The thought sent a rush of warmth through her, and despite her nerves, a small smile spread across her face.

Everything was about to change.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.