Mira
The preparations began as soon as I woke on the day of the ceremony.
The maids came in and bathed me, ordering me to shave and exfoliate my body. When I finished scrubbing in the tub, they helped me oil and lotion myself until every inch of me smelled of roses, jasmine, and sea salt.
It reminded me all too much of how I’d prepared every night for Tyler, only for him to leave me waiting in my room. It made my stomach begin to spin and my head get light.
When we’d finished and the maids began doing my nails, they’d offered me pastries from the kitchens. I hadn’t been able to eat anything, though.
Instead, I sipped a cup of black coffee with closed eyes.
I told myself again and again that this time was different, that I wouldn’t have to care as deeply so it woul
