𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑁

Luna's POV.
A Few Nights Later...
3:00 A.M.

I hadn't slept in two days. My head was spinning as I sat at the table trying to piece together how so much money was going missing from my account. It just wasn't making any sense to me. It had gotten to a point where the rent money we had placed aside for this month had suddenly gone missing.

This financial situation was definitely making Jordan and I more stressed than usual—even though Jordan doesn't show it, I can tell that he's stressed and overwhelmed, but he doesn't want to bring me down by admitting it.

It was 3:00 in the morning, the crimson glow of the clock casting an eerie light. I dropped my face into my hands, releasing a frustrated groan. Raising my head again, I sifted through the documents spread out before me, yet the numbers remained the same. No matter how I turned them, the pieces of the financial puzzle refused to fit together, leaving me in a state of confusion.

"How did this even happen..." I asked myself.

Jordan's footsteps echoed softly in the quiet room, making me look up at him. I had promised to return to bed in a few minutes, but a few minutes had stretched into hours. His concern was evident the moment his eyes fell on the financial documents and my laptop, still open in front of me. Without a word, he took a seat beside me at the table, his expression filled with worry.

Jordan placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and asked, "Is everything okay? I thought you said you were coming to bed." His voice held a mix of concern and genuine care, making me pause before responding.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm a mess. It's just this whole money situation... I can't figure out where all this money is going, and it's stressing me out."

He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We'll figure it out, Luna. You've been at this for hours. Come on, let's go to bed."

I nodded, appreciating his support. "I just can't shake this feeling. Something's not right."

"I know, but you're wearing yourself out, you need to get some rest." He tells me, reaching over and shutting the laptop.

Reluctantly, I began to gather the scattered papers. Jordan helped, his presence a calming me down . As we headed to bed, I couldn't help but lean into him, seeking strength from him.

In bed, I turned to face him, "Thank you," I whispered, "for being here, for everything."

Jordan smiled, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and love. "Always, now go to sleep.."

I nodded, feeling a bit of the weight lifting off my shoulders. As sleep finally began to wash over me, my last thought was about the wedding and how I couldn't wait to marry the man laying beside me.

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Third Person POV.
Luna's Dream...

Luna found herself transported to the stadium stage, the hushed anticipation of an audience echoing around her. A single spotlight illuminated her figure as she stood at the center, her voice echoing through the stadium. Fans, faces obscured by the sea of lights they held aloft, swayed in rhythm to the soft melody of "Dreaming of You."

A singular red rose suddenly came onto the stage, breaking the barrier between Luna and her fans. With a swift reach, she attempted to catch the rose, but it slipped from her grasp, instead hitting her stomach before gracefully settling at her feet. A momentary confusion dawned on her as the atmosphere shifted – the once crowded stadium now void of any spectators, plunged into darkness.