Leona POV
I was sitting in front of the mirror, halfway through curling my hair, the iron still warm in my hand but not moving. My reflection stared back at me like she's waiting for an answer. Do you even know why you're doing this? Do you think he cares?
I wonder if Marco even remembers tonight is prom. Or maybe he does and just doesn't give a damn. He's never been the kind of man to show up for the "normal" parts of my life. He doesn't do school dances, parent days, graduation speeches. His world doesn't have room for paper crowns or slow songs.
A part of me thinks that's exactly why I want him to come - because it would be wrong for him to be there. And maybe wrong is what I've always wanted.
The house felt... hollow.
I didn't hear a trace of him since morning. No footsteps across
