The day of the wedding arrived. Omer and his family asked for Kivilcim's hand and everything went well. Both parties knew what was happening anyways. At the wedding venue, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. In her dressing room, Kivilcim felt emotions swirling inside her. She was ready, she was just waiting for Fatma to come and get her after speaking to the wedding coordinator.
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Just as she was trying to gather her thoughts and calm her nerves, her phone buzzed repeatedly. It was Kayhan, calling her five times in quick succession. Each call left a message filled with anger and frustration. He had found out about the wedding from Cimen and was furious that his ex was moving on with Omer, of course.
Kivilcim sat by the window, her face reflecting her sadness as she listened to Kayhan's voice on her voicemail. She looked out the window at the guests arriving. Gently, she caressed her flat belly, talking softly to it.
"Baby. we're getting married today," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "It's a new beginning for us. Your dad and I and your siblings... we're starting a new blank chapter."
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, there was a knock on the door. Omer's voice came through, firm yet gentle. "Kivilcim, we need to talk."
"Omer, is that you?" Her heart skipped a beat. "Omer... you can't come in and see me before the wedding. They say it's bad luck." She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears.
"Kivilcim," he began, his tone heavy with uncertainty. "Open the door. There's something we need to discuss before we proceed."
The room seemed to close in on her, the tension almost palpable. "What happened?" she thought. Kivilcim's heart raced, her mind swirling with thoughts of what could go wrong.
Would he call off the wedding? Did something happen downstairs?
"Kivilcim, can you open the door?" With trembling hands, she reached for the door and slowly opened it. Omer stood there, impeccably dressed in his suit, but his face concerned. Next to him was Leyla and another gentleman, their expression serious.
Kivilcim looked between them, her confusion mounting. "What is this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The suspense in the air was almost unbearable as she awaited their explanation. She turned her gaze to Leyla, thinking, "Why is she here?"
Leyla offered a warm smile. "Hi, Kivilcim. Congratulations to you two, I always told Omer this day would come. Um... this is Halit, my fiancé."
Kivilcim relaxed a little, her tension easing at the introduction. Taking a deep breath, she still looked at Leyla when Omer spoke again. "Halit, Leyla, can you give us a second?" They nodded and stepped away, leaving Omer to close the door behind him.
"Kivilcim, have you been crying? Are you okay?" he asked, his concern deepening.
Omer cupped her cheeks gently, his hands warm against her skin, while her hands instinctively grasped his arms. "Kivilcim, have you changed your mind? Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
