~CLARISSA~
There were so many things happening around me. Last-minute decorations were being hung on the walls; caterers were walking up and down the hallways. We had one hour left before guests started to arrive. Just one hour.
There were pictures of Damon and Anya added to our home. Pictures that would haunt me every time I had to look at them. Anya was the one to request it. She wanted things done very similarly to Autumn's marriage to Atticus. It's like she was trying to relive their marriage through Damon. If they did anything differently, she complained that they treated Autumn better than they did her.
Damon didn't try to speak to me again after what happened in my room, but I wasn't exactly giving him a chance either.
This time, I was the one that was avoiding him. I knew th
