Hope
The last forty-eight hours of my life had been a total mind f**k.
From having s*x with Killian again, to enduring long, chatty conversations focused on weddings and love, then dealing with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law and relatives all prying into my personal life. Not to mention, the tedious shopping spree. Bridal dress testing. Pre-wedding photoshoot, and now, having lunch with Killian.
I tossed my plate of food back and forth, and I could tell Killian was staring at me but I didn't bother to lift my head. I continued to make a mess, knowing I was just half a day away from selling myself to him in front of the church.
"You need to stop playing with your food and eat." He finally spoke.
"I can't seem to work up an appetite," I replied honestly, still stirring my food.
