The morning of the wedding came too quickly.
Ava didn't need to be woken up. She had been sitting on her bed since dawn, staring at nothing. Her eyes were tired but dry. Her hands were clasped in her lap, cold and still. The thought of getting married to Damian Cross was enough to keep her up the entire night. it was like a nightmare coming through. one she couldn't avoid.
When Clara walked in with the makeup artist and hairstylist with their team, she stopped in the doorway for a moment, a bit shocked by the state ava was in. Ava wasn't crying. She wasn't shaking. She was simply… quiet. Too quiet. Clara couldn't help but hope she wasn't planning anything. She had worked may to hard to make this dat perfect.
Clara forced a small smile.
"Good morning, Ava."
Ava didn't reply. She only nodded and stood up.
