Kayla
The following morning, I woke up feeling like I was in a dream. Last’s night’s activities felt worlds away, like they’d never happened at all.
The sun was barely up, but the house was already buzzing with activity. I could hear the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the hum of voices downstairs, and the occasional burst of laughter. It was surreal, like the world was moving on without me while I stood still, frozen in place.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my mother’s wedding dress hanging on the closet door. It was beautiful—an elegant, silky number that cascaded to the floor. The bouquet sitting beside it was a striking contrast, made purely of red calla lilies. No other flowers, just the deep, velvety red blooms that seemed to glow like the rising sun itself in
