Serene
Today is supposed to be my victory. That is what I keep telling myself.
The mirrors say I look perfect. The stylists say everything is flawless. The ceremony hall is filled with important guests. The alliances are present. The message is clear.
I should feel secure. I should feel triumphant. Instead, I feel like I am standing on glass that might c***k at any second.
Casper stands beside me while attendants make final adjustments to our ceremonial attire. He answers when spoken to. He follows instructions, but he isn't really here.
His eyes drift. His focus slips. His responses come a second too late.
I notice. I just don't care. At least I don't care today. Today is not about love. It is about proof. Proof that I am still standing. Proof that I still won somethin
