eira's pov
I used to dream about the wedding.
Not just once or twice,but obsessively. Lace, gold-trimmed invitations, roses blooming in every corner. I imagined my dress,silk, ivory, with a trail so long it would make people gasp. I wanted violins playing while I walked down the aisle, not because it was traditional, but because it sounded like something out of a fairytale. My fairytale. And it was coming to reality until it all went down the drain. Little bird? Fuck him!
Felix would wait at the end of the aisle, in a perfectly tailored suit, with that arrogant smirk of his fighting a rare, genuine smile. The one that only I got to see.
But now? I can't even look at a mirror without wanting to shatter it.
The curtains in my room haven't been opened in days. I haven't left this damn room either. The food on my tray goes untouched. People knock,I don't answer. I don't even know who I'm mad at anymore. Draven. Kira. Myself. All of them. None of them.