CHAPTER 87 AMAYA

“You’re oddly  quiet.”

“I’m thinking.”

“That’s never reassuring on a night like this.”

I almost smiled at Javier’s dry tone as I stood before the mirror, though the cute expression I was looking for didn’t fully form, not with the weight of everything pressing just beneath the surface. 

The room was alive with movement, attendants adjusting final details, soft fabrics shifting, jewelry catching the light, but none of it reached me the way it should have.

 It all felt distant, like I was standing slightly outside of it, watching instead of participating.

“You don’t have to do this,” Javier continued, his voice quieter now as he stepped...