☆☆ LILA ☆☆
I kept staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t really slept. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling until the sun came up through my window. It should’ve felt warm. Comforting. But it didn’t. It just reminded me of everything that happened yesterday.
I was getting married in a few days.
When I finally went downstairs, the house was already alive, there were people everywhere, maids and neighbours and pack women I barely knew. Our legal team released a press release yesterday stating that the news was true, and that Theo and I would be doing an interview later on. Some ladies were carrying wrapped boxes; others were arranging trays of sweets and ribbons. Someone had brought flowers. Their laughter floated through the air.
For a second, I thought I’d walked into the wrong hous
