Irina
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, while the scent of the scented candles filled the bathroom with bright black marble. The water in the tub was boiling and the soap had turned into foam that covered my body.
I had turned off the bathroom lights, almost all of them at least, leaving only the soft ones to give me a glimmer of visibility. A languid and slow song came out of the phone speaker, one that always brought forbidden thoughts into my head, especially when my boyfriend was not there.
I sighed again and plunged up to my chin in the water, I had gathered my hair behind my head, in a messy bun that let a few strands fall around my face.
In three weeks we will have gotten married, that day I had done the dress fitting, the final one I would have done a few days before
