Paris
As soon as I get home, I take myself straight to my room. Chance wasn't home when I arrived, but I wasn't expecting him to be. I imagine he's still sorting stuff for our wedding. He seems to be taking it all in his stride. Nothing seems to bother him. His suit was sorted last week, and the suits of all the male members of our wedding party. Groomsmen, father of the groom, etc.
How did he manage to do that so soon?
Aren't women supposed to be the ones on the ball where weddings are concerned?
I clear my mind of all things wedding as I sink into a warm bubble bath. It's so relaxing I fall asleep in it. Stupidly.
I wake up not long after with a headache. I drag myself out of the bath feeling worse than I did at the boutique. I don't even eat before taking myself to bed. I feel too
