Thea’s POV
The morning of the wedding arrives, and a mixture of nervousness and anticipation fills the air. As I make my way down the stairs, I can't shake the feeling that the day will likely end in a battle, a clash of wills and destinies. The weight of the impending confrontation settles heavily on my shoulders.
To my surprise, as I descend the stairs, there he is—Hudson, waiting for me at the bottom. His eyes meet mine, and there's a determination in his gaze that both intrigues and soothes me.
"You're not supposed to see me before the wedding, you know? It's bad luck," I say, half-teasing, attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
Hudson smiles, a mix of affection and sincerity.
"I know, but I wanted to share a moment alone with you before everything gets crazy," he responds, his voice steady.