**1 YEAR LATER**
ALORA
“Ugh, I think I’m going to die,” I cried out and face planted on our cloud-like bed. Every hair on my head and my body hurt, even at the slightest whisper of the wind. I was dirty, smelly, sweaty, and looked like I just went ten rounds with the greatest fighter among us, which happens to be my fiancé.
“Come on babe, it wasn’t that bad! I went easy on you today considering you’ve got so much going on,” he laughed. I turned my head to glare daggers at him which made him throw up his hands in defense.
“Okay, okay, okay! I surrender!”, he called out chuckling as he disappeared into our bathroom. I could hear the water turning on in the tub and soon after the calming scent of my favorite oil and salts wafted through the air. Taking a deep sigh, I gave
