DAHLIA 

“You’re nervous.” Cass observed, giving me an affectionate rub on my back. 

I drew a deep, shaky breath. “Shouldn’t I be? What if he says no? What if he… rejects me?” I couldn’t stop the panic from seeping into my voice even if I tried. 

“I think we’re way past that, Dahlia.” She said, adjusting the straps of the simple dress I’d chose for this… occasion — if I could call it that. 

“Don’t worry, Dahlia. I believe he’ll not reject you.” Sadie encouraged, caressing my cheeks. 

Cass had suggested I didn’t give up going after him and begging for his forgiveness. 

He was still yet to come home...