Chapter Thirty
The next several days follow a similar routine. Art wakes up first, makes breakfast and lunch, and then I join him for yoga before he goes to his ballet practice. When he returns, we cook dinner together and watch more movies from our lists.
Each day, I feel like I’m getting closer to him—a pleasant illusion. More and more, it’s as if we were a real husband and wife, just with a dysfunctional s*x life. But hey, not every relationship is perfect.
We also have our wedding reception coming up on Saturday. Art is planning the whole thing, but that doesn’t mean I’m immune from stress. I’ve had to veto just about every single flower Art has chosen because the smell of them would’ve driven me insane.
We’ve settled on succulents instead.
As we’re saying our goodnights on Thursd
