Lisa’s POV
A big day… my supposed big day.
That was one way to describe it.
A lie… another perfect lie.
I nodded slowly at my mother, forcing something that looked like composure.
“I will.”
But even as the words left my lips, we both knew the truth.
I wouldn’t.
I didn’t sleep.
Not even for a moment.
I was troubled… conflicted.
“…I don’t like him,” the words kept replaying.
I lay on my back, eyes open, staring at the ceiling like if I looked away, everything would collapse faster.
My mind wouldn’t stop.
It wouldn’t let me.
The rehearsals.
His voice.
The way his hands felt on my waist…
Controlled, certain.
Like I wasn’t unfamiliar to him.
Like I was something he had already decided on… long before I ever had a choice.
My chest tightened.
A sharp, uncomfortable pressure
