As I adjusted the hem of my long-sleeved black dress in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a strange disconnect. The fabric was luxurious, the cut elegant, I couldn't help but think that it's just not me.
Rami had insisted we dress to impress tonight, those are his words not mine.
He stood behind me now, adjusting his gray tuxedo in the reflection, the golden watch on his wrist catching the light. He looked every bit the successful man he was, the tension between us was still there, hanging in the air, it was bitter and uncomfortable,I was growing sick of it, but there was nothing I can do about it.
“You look stunning,” he said, his voice soft but distant, as if he were speaking to a stranger. I nodded, my lips forming a tight smile. I didn’t feel stunning. I felt hollow. The simple
