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Maggie Lawson paced the narrow confines of the bridal suite, her silk robe rustling like frantic static against the floorboards. Every ticking second of the next two hours felt like a tightening noose; she was supposed to be the radiant, collected bride, but her pulse was a hummingbird trapped in her ribcage. Down the hall, the muffled, joyous laughter of her bridesmaids leaked through the seams of the hotel room, a stark, mocking contrast to the cold dread pooling in her stomach. She caught her reflection in the gilded mirror, noting the slight tremor in her hands as she smoothed her hair; she was marrying Steven Ellerson, a man who represented stability, kindness, and a future she had meticulously planned. But as she inhaled the scent of expensive lilies, she felt the phantom sting of a different life, one fueled by secrets and stolen moments that made the impending ceremony feel like a beautiful, suffocating lie. A sharp, rhythmic knock at the door startled her, and she wiped the perspiration from her palms, fully expecting her maid of honor, April, to burst in with the emergency sewing kit and a pep talk. Instead, she swung the door open to find you—Steven’s best man—standing there with an intensity that sucked the air right out of the hallway. Before a word could be exchanged, she pulled you inside, slamming the heavy wooden door shut and turning both locks with a trembling, desperate haste. The distance between you vanished in a heartbeat, and as your lips crashed against hers, the world outside—the guests, the vows, the life she had just spent hours preparing for—dissolved into nothingness. She clung to the lapels of your suit, her body betraying the promises she was about to make; she loved Steven for the safety he provided, but the hunger you ignited in her was a wildfire she couldn’t extinguish, no matter how much she wanted to. With the heavy deadbolt engaged, the room shifted from a sanctuary of preparation into a frantic, illicit arena. What's next?