Now, the night before their wedding, Sofia was trying to quiet a storm inside her chest.
Family and close friends had gathered for the traditional blessing dinner at her grandmother Nina’s house. The food had been warm and familiar, and the laughter easy.
But Grandma Nina, normally the first to pour wine and fuss over guests, had been uncharacteristically silent all evening.
She had been that way for weeks, always watching Ethan oddly.
Even then, she watched him across the table with an expression Sofia couldn’t name.
It wasn’t suspicion exactly, or warmth. It was something closer to recognition — and fear.
After dessert, while most of the guests moved to the living room, Grandma Nina pulled Sofia aside with surprising strength into the hallway.
Her grip was gentle but firm as she clasped Sofia’s wrist.
“Come here, baby. Just a second.”
Sofia followed without hesitation. Grandma Nina had raised her for most of her teenage years after her father passed.
She trusted her more than anyone else.
In the hallway, Nina leaned closer, her voice low but urgent as she whispered one sentence that sliced straight through the joy.
“If you marry him tomorrow, you’ll repeat the worst mistake of my life.”
Sofia blinked, unsure whether she had heard correctly.
“What? Grandma, what are you talking about?”
“I can’t explain. I just… I need you to trust me,” Nina said.
Tears were gathering, and her hands trembled slightly as if she were fighting fear.
Sofia tried to laugh, to shake it off as stress or old memories rising on an emotional day, but the words burrowed into her like thorns.
By the time she lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling fan turning in slow circles, she couldn’t stop replaying them.
Repeat the worst mistake of my life.
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