The Dying Wedding Planner

ld sometimes be there with Chloe, their laughter echoing in spaces Ash had mentally filled with her own happiness. Chloe, with Ethan's encouragement, made endless small changes, each one

her called, her voic

e you alright?

y, Mom. B

n question hanging heavy. "Ethan's a good man, but.

pill for the anxiety, the one the doctor said was for severe stress, telling herself it was just the wedding, jus

ing. He smelled faintly of a cloyingly sweet perfume, a scent Ash

ome last-minute vendor issues," he mum

ose, his hands fumbling

felt wrong. She felt a wave of nausea, not just from her illness but

. "You feel a bit... firmer here," he said, a to

stress." She couldn't tell him the truth, not now, not when he was like this. T

, found Ash staring blankly at a fabric

ou okay? Yo

st a headache, Maya. Th

but her quiet support was a small comfort in the growing storm of Ash's life. Ash knew Maya suspected something was wrong, more than just a demanding client, bu