I stared down at the marriage certificate in my hands, unable to process what I was seeing. There was my signature, clear as day, on a document I had no memory of signing.
"This has to be fake," I muttered, examining every inch of the red paper. The official seals looked authentic. The signatures were perfect. But how? When?
Nathaniel's eyes darkened as he studied his own copy. "Grandmother, I need to know how you got these. Now."
Mrs. Margaret's smile faltered slightly. "You both signed them. Don't you remember?" Her brow furrowed with genuine confusion. "It was a beautiful day. The cherry blossoms were blooming."
Cherry blossoms? I'd never been to the Ricardo estate during spring. None of this made sense.
"I've never been here when the cherry trees were in bloom," I said gently, not wanting to upset the elderly woman.
Her confident expression wavered. "You... you were wearing a blue dress. With little white flowers."
