“Cancel Your Wedding!” My Grandma Told Me In A Dream The Night Before My Big Day. “Wake Up Early And Go To Your Mother-In-Law’s House. You’ll See Everything.” I Drove There At Dawn, Pulse Racing. When I Stepped Inside… I Stopped Cold. What I Saw Shifted Everything.

Mary was a general accountant at an import company. She had built her life step by step with effort. She inherited the apartment from her parents after their death in an accident 8 years ago.

Her younger sister lived in another country. Her friends almost all married and she, after so much avoiding it, after so many disagreements, had decided to commit to someone. Robert Miller—tall with a deep voice, a confident smile.

Brown eyes, 37 years old, owner of a small logistics business that, according to him, was expanding. He had met her by chance during a bank appointment. He needed help reviewing some accounting documents, and she at that moment was the only professional available.

He was courteous, interesting. Mary did not see it coming, but in a matter of weeks they were already having dinner together, talking about dreams, and he was starting to appear in her long-term plans. Robert was different.

He did not have the adolescent heir of the men she had known. He did not play hard to get. He was direct, and he had that protective touch that, although she did not openly admit it, made her feel seen.

He proposed to her three months ago at the most expensive steakhouse they knew. Mary remembered the soft piano music, the candle light, the waiter who suddenly appeared with a glass of wine—and inside, the ring. It was not ostentatious.

It was just right. Robert knelt down in the middle of the tables while other diners applauded. Mary laughed, excited.

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