The next morning, the magic was gone.
Christmas was over. The happy dream ended, and reality hit me hard in the face.
I sat alone in the living room, looking out the giant glass windows. The city below was cold and gray.
My hands were shaking again.
The calendar on the wall was mocking me. The days were moving too fast. In just a few days, I was supposed to walk down a long aisle in a cathedral. I was supposed to wear a white dress and marry Gary.
Gary hadn't called me since that night.It was a relief but I knew Gary. Silence was not good. Silence was dangerous.
When Gary yelled, I knew what he was thinking. But when he was quiet? That meant he was planning something. That meant he was furious. He was probably sitting in his office right now, figuring out the best way to punish me an
