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etails. As she approached the grand Davenport estate, her heart pounded in her chest. The Davenport mansion was a sprawling Gothic revival, all sharp angles and dark stone, exuding

, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze. She was acutely aware of Lucas sitting across from her, his presence both comforting and unsettling. Margaret began the conversation, her tone polite but business-like. "We've gathered to discuss the arrangements for the wedding. There are many details to finalize, and we want to ensure everything is perfect for the big day." As the conversation turned to venues, guest lists, and floral arrangements, Elena felt herself drifting. The words washed over her, a blur of logistics and expectations. She couldn't stop glancing at