“I will, eventually.” I said but the moment the doors close behind us, the air changes.
I feel my shoulders sag immediately before I can stop them.The dress that had felt light and beautiful minutes ago suddenly weighs me down. The ring on my finger feels hot and almost painful.My breath stutters as I press my palm briefly to my chest, grounding myself before my knees decide to give in.
We walk down the long, quiet hallway in silence, our footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. My fingers tremble, just slightly, but I know he sees it. I keep glancing around, half-expecting someone to call my name—to stop me, to expose me, to remind me that I don’t truly belong here and that this life was never meant for me.
When we reach the private room prepared for us, Leon closes the doo
