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    Her surroundings began to blur as shes of another ceremony surfaced in her thoughts. She was standing amid a joyous crowd, receiving their well-wishes. Yet, the groom before her… was not Marc.


    The figure in her mind carried a weightier aura,manding yet indistinct. Though the face remained hidden, an inexplicable sense of closeness and sorrow filled her chest.


    She quickly shook her head, a faint crease forming between her brows as that familiar spell of dizziness began to stir again.


    Josie, who had been keeping an eye on her, caught the shift in her expression and hurried forward. “Stel, what’s going on? Are you feeling sick?”


    Forcing a light smile, Ste waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I’m probably just nervous. My head feels a little light, that’s all.”


    Downstairs, Marc continued to mingle among the guests, unaware of what was happening above.


    Ste reached into her bag and pulled out a small sk of warm honey water, taking a few careful sips.


    Ever since her struggles with telling dreams apart from reality began, Marc would often make the drink for her, insisting it helped ease her headaches.


    At first, she doubted it did anything at all, yet each time she drank it, the fog in her mind seemed to lift. Eventually, she began bringing it everywhere, trusting it more than she realized.


    What she didn’t know was that Marc had mixed a special powder into the honey water, one he’d purchased long ago. Because she drank it regrly, her memories of William had been quietly buried beneath its sweetness.


    What she believed to be a remedy was, in truth, a potion that erased pieces of her past.


    Without the slightest suspicion, Ste took another slow sip, draining more than half the sk.


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    The soothing sweetness flowed down her throat, wrapping her in a gentle sense of ease.


    The dizzy haze clouding Ste’s mind slowly faded, and the fragments of scattered memories quieted until her thoughts felt still once more.


    Josie, standing a short distance away, had no idea the drink wasn’t ordinary honey water. All she could do was watch, uneasy, as Ste finished it.


    The ceremonymenced, and the banquet hall soon brimmed with guests dressed in their finest clothes.


    Karson, beaming in his bright suit, walked with deliberate grace down the aisle strewn with rose petals, his arm gently supporting Ste, who glided beside him in a wless white gown.


    Spotlights trailed their every step, drawing the gaze of everyone in the room toward the radiant pair.


    With her grandfather’s arm steady beneath her hand, Ste smiled brightly, each step carrying her closer to Marc, waiting at the far end of the stage.


    At the side, Josie and Sharon took their ces as bridesmaids, their hands slightly mmy as they tried to steady their nerves.


    Steven sat quietly among the crowd, his faceposed but heavy with thought.


    He had reached out to William earlier, inviting him to the ceremony, yet no reply ever came.


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