STELLA
Mornings like this should feel heavier.
I mean, it's not everyday you get engaged right?
But I feel at ease, as if this whole thing is normal. Which it is everything but.
But I don’t feel any panic, no nerves clawing at my chest. And I don't know why it bothers me.
The dress is already waiting. Hung neatly like it’s proud of itself.I’ve worn prettier dresses, but none have ever felt heavier.
Gold embroidery clings to my skin. The slit at my thigh, the open back, the jeweled neckline—it’s all feels kind of….much, but who's complaining.
Marina’s been fluttering around me all morning, fussing over hair, clothes, shoes—as if a nice dress will distract me from the fact that I was ambushed at dinner last night.
Engaged, Just like that.
Cheers, to a future I didn’t pick.
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