Chapter 113 Wedding Preparation

Alicia Davenport If I can be honest, this just worsens my day. Here I am, getting a full-on bridal package—facial treatment, mani-pedi, hair mask, everything a bride should be excited for—and all I can think about is how much I want to disappear. “Relax,” Cindy whispers from beside me, her face already halfway covered in some fancy gold-infused mask. “I know you hate the thought of you getting married especially with that devil but just enjoy this treatment.” Enjoying? That word hasn’t existed in my vocabulary for the past few weeks. I force a small smile and close my eyes as the aesthetician starts massaging something that smells like lavender and honey onto my skin. The touch is gentle, the room filled with soft music and the faint scent of eucalyptus. The lighting is warm, calming, and the chairs are plush—expensive. Everything in here screams luxury and celebration. And still, my chest feels like it’s carrying a hundred-pound weight. Wedding in three days. Three. You’d