And with that, they led Sabrina away, leaving me alone again.
I stared at the plate. Rubber eggs, dry toast, unripe fruit.
From across the hall, laughter rang out. Sabrina’s voice was bright: “Mmm, I love crab legs! You remembered I hate toast, right? Seafood’s my favorite!”
Of course it was. They gave me scraps and lavished her with a feast.
I didn’t cry. Not this time. I was just… done.
My phone buzzed. A message from Mom: Venue options are in. Dresses attached. Let me know what you like, darling.
I tapped the call icon.
“Mom,” I said, voice steady.
“Elena! Did you see the pictures? What do you think of the flowers? And the dresses?” she asked, excitement bubbling.
“I like everything. It was actually hard to choose,” I replied. “I’ll finalize today. But I think the vintage one is my favorite.”
“Perfect! We’ll prepare it for you. How long until you’re back? Your groom is waiting—he’s excited.”
“A few more days. Something came up, but I’ll be there. I can’t wait to wear the dresses… for the wedding.”
Mom chuckled softly. “That’s my girl. We’ll wait for you.”
I hung up and stared at the untouched tray. Then I sensed the shift.