Chapter 18
Kayla pov
Saturday afternoon arrived faster than I wanted it to.
I stood in front of my closet, staring at the same three dresses I'd already tried on twice, wrestling with the fact that dressing myself with one working leg and a set of crutches leaning uselessly against the wall was significantly harder than anyone warns you about.
"You're overthinking it," my aunt said from the doorway, arms crossed, watching me hop slightly as I tried to step into a soft green dress without losing my balance.
"I'm not overthinking it. I'm just trying not to fall over. Again."
She crossed the room and helped steady me, gently tugging the hem down over the cast, careful with the fabric. "This one's good. Simple. Beautiful. You look like yourself."
"I feel like a disaster wearing a cast.
