Maria.
After the incident with the quadruplets, the days that followed slipped by almost too quickly, blending into one another until I could barely tell them apart.
And strangely enough, the quadruplets had been unusually quiet throughout all of it.
No arguments, no sudden appearances, no irritating interruptions.
Nothing.
At first, I kept waiting for it to be temporary, for them to show up again and cause some form of trouble like they always did.
But it never happened.
Maybe…they had finally come to their senses.
Maybe, for once, they had realized that it was time to accept reality instead of fighting against it.
I wasn't sure.
And honestly, I didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Because tomorrow…
Tomorrow was my wedding.
Just the thought alone made my heart feel both heavy and light at the same time— excitement, nervousness and uncertainty—Everything was tangled together inside me.
Noah, on the other hand, had been completely focused on the preparations.
