MAYA’S POV
It was my wedding day. Normally, I should have been giddy and jolly, but I wasn't. The entire place was as silent as a funeral ground, except for the sound of the hairspray being used on my hair.
It was my second wedding, one to cover my shame, so why should I be happy?
I sat stiffly in the chair, glaring at myself in the mirror as the woman behind me worked. Every time the makeup artist’s brush swept across my cheek, I felt more and more like the "charity case" Jane had talked about.
Today everyone would be there: Jane, Jalen, and my parents. I knew they would tell me I was a disappointment. I could already see the look on my mother’s face.
The door opened in that moment, and I caught sight of someone in white. Delinda walked in, wearing a tailored white suit that hugged h
