The following week was filled with a whirlwind of wedding preparations.
The Mors estate was bustling with activity, and Athena found herself caught in a storm of arrangements she had barely prepared for.
Designers came to her with sketches of gowns, planners presented her with color schemes and venue choices, and florists brought endless selections of exotic flowers from various planets.
It was overwhelming, yet Athena did her best to keep up, knowing that this wedding, however unexpected, was something that would change her life forever.
But even amidst the chaos, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. There was an undercurrent of unease in her heart, a quiet whisper of worry that refused to go away.
Mors had been acting normal, or at least, he seemed normal on the surface.
He handled his duties in the military with precision, attended to their wedding plans when he could, and spent time with her whenever possible.
