Day Fifty-Two

It was exactly a day before I married Killian.

Tomorrow was our wedding and to say I was anxious or nervous was a big understatement.

In fact, I could not explain this nagging feeling in my chest.

But I knew it burned painfully.

My grandmother would probably kill me if she knew I was coming in to work a day before the wedding.

But for some reason, I could not stop myself.

I opened my office door expecting to see a single rose with a single note as usual.

But no, my desk was packed this time.

A frown curved on my face at the sight.

I turned...