Chapter 89
The Dress
(Maya’s POV)
The sound of soft laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as the steam from the spa misted the mirrors. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was… relaxed.
It had been a long morning. Massages, facials, manicures. Amber was stretched out beside me, cucumbers over her eyes, while Isla and Stella argued over nail polish shades.
“Red,” Isla said confidently. “It’s timeless.”
“Pink is better,” Stella countered. “You’re getting married, not going to war.”
Amber chuckled. “With Axel, I think both might be true.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The sound felt strange, like something I hadn’t heard in years. “You’re not wrong.”
It felt nice…normal, even. To be surrounded by the women in my life. After everything that had happened, I’d forgotten
