CHAPTER 84
ZYLIAH'S POV
I stood before the mirror, giving my reflection a once-over. The white wedding dress fits me perfectly. If wedding dresses alone could determine how happy and radiant a bride should be, then I was immensely both.
My thoughts took an opposite turn as my eyes studied my face in the mirror. Lurking in the depths were doubts and sadness.
And confusion stemming from not knowing why I had doubts and felt sadness.
It's been a little over a month since Sayge had visited my office. He didn't make any attempt to reach me; his words resounded in my head, and no matter how hard I tried to forget them, they stuck.
My memory wasn't making any headway. Delia and Natalie had stopped calling, and they didn't pick up mine when I did.
It was obviously payback for ignoring
