Saturday morning, Cat yanked off the covers and walked to the bathroom, stripping along the way. She had an energy, a determination, pulsing through her veins she hadn’t felt before. Like some outside force was propelling her forward.
Frankly, she wanted to harness it, embrace it. This day was supposed to have been her wedding day, but if she dwelled on that, she’d be sick over Jack again. She was already tired of crying. Thinking about what could have been.
She dressed and headed out to the kitchen.
“Hey. How ya feeling?” Celeste looked up from her tablet and smiled.
“Strangely energized.”
“Really?” Her friend’s eyebrows rose.
Prepping a cup of coffee with cream and sugar, she said, “I need to get my gown and all that put away. I don’t exactly know what I’ll do with it, but I don’t
