Illiana’s POV:
I made myself a sandwich for dinner, but the way my stomach was churning with nerves and anticipation, I couldn’t take a bite.
Ever since opening that box, my body had been trembling with molten shivers. In a feeble attempt to cool it off, I hopped under the cold shower.
I shaved…not for him. I shaved regularly. I did it in the morning, but twice a day wasn’t a big deal...right?
Wrapping a bathrobe around myself, I returned to my bedroom. The box sat on the bed, quiet and yet the loudest.
My insides queased with a mixture of so many emotions that I couldn’t pick them apart.
Was I really going to do it?
Lifting the box in my hands, I moved toward the mirror. I didn't realize the girl staring back at me. I’d never met this Iliana before...so bold, so confident.
It was
