#17: The Ultimate Test of Patience
Freya held her composure through fittings and tastings while Cecelia found fault in every corner, declaring each dress almost pretty, each venue nearly adequate, and each menu not quite refined enough. Because she paid the bills, she demanded perfection with a cool certainty that drained the air from the room.

Freya thanked the vendors, adjusted her schedules, and swallowed the sting until her patience felt as thin as paper. In that strain, she finally understood the earlier warning about a testing time. It seemed Cecelia measured devotion by endurance, as if surviving relentless critique proved a love durable enough to weather the trials of married life.