Maria
The rain strikes the massive window, and each drop reminds me of the storm I'm facing alone. The room feels too small with the drapes closed, so I leave them open to let the storm outside keep me company. The room flashes each time the lightning strikes, and I shiver. I feel cold, even though it's warm inside.
I can't stop thinking about Mikhail—and what I want to tell him. But I can't. Even if he loves me, I can't. I fidget with the hem of my dress, trying to find the words to express the gnawing feeling inside me ever since Mikhail showed me our rings.
It's really going to happen.
There are three quick knocks on my door. "Come in," I say.
Larissa smiles as she enters. Though I'm happy to see her, I wish it was him.
She closes the door behind her securely and then hugs me. Her
