The next morning, I wake up to nerves, uncertainty, and regret. Regret that I let Julian push me into doing this and that I didn’t ask more questions before today.
I text him again asking what I can expect. He still hasn’t answered my question from when I asked him yesterday. When he still hasn’t answered by the time I get out of the shower, I call him instead. He answers on the second ring.
“What is this ceremony about?” I ask. “What is going to happen today.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” He answers nonchalantly. “It’s just some old dumb tradition. You don’t have to do anything. You’ll be fine. Hey, I have to go, but I’ll see you later.”
That doesn’t answer my question, but I don’t get a chance to tell him that before he hangs up. I groan with frustration and toss my phone on the
