Kayla
I was expecting to go to bed alone.
The day had been a blur of last-minute wedding preparations—finalizing the seating chart, confirming the catering, and making sure the flowers would arrive on time. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
The wedding was tomorrow, far sooner than I wanted it to be, and it felt no more real than the first day we’d agreed to this whole stupid f*****g arrangement.
I had just slipped into my pajamas and was about to collapse into bed when the door to my room burst open.
“Up, up, up!” Jade’s voice rang out.
I blinked, startled, as Emma followed close behind, holding something silky and black in her hands.
“What are you—” I started, but Jade cut me off, grabbing my arm a
