“I’m here now. She’ll come up any minute,” she said, her voice steady, as though she belonged in this room.

A man spoke through the speaker:
“Good. Make sure she signs the documents before she suspects anything.”

My stomach twisted. Documents? Before I notice what?

The woman exhaled, sounding conflicted.
“I’ve prepared everything. Still… I can’t believe I’m doing this today—on her wedding night.”

The male voice replied flatly:
“We have no choice. If Laura finds out about the arrangement with my family, we’ll have a much bigger problem. Just complete your part.”

Laura. I’m Laura.