Mother and Camila entered my bedroom accompanied by a symphony of voices I didn't recognize. Tiredly, I peeked out from between my barely open eyes. After last night's snack, I was able to sleep without the bombardment of terrible thoughts…including my thigh holster and a possible red wedding.
“Catalina," Mama nearly shouted. “You should be awake and showered by now."
Pushing the covers back on the bed, I sat on the edge of the mattress as more and more people entered. “Who are all these people?"
“Arianna's team of hair stylists, makeup artists, and aestheticians and family," Mama answered. “Now, hurry and take a shower while they set up."
I searched the faces, seeing Mia and Giorgia, the latter a cousin of Dario's I met at the bridal shower, as well as my cousin Sofia. I whispered t
