The day of the wedding, Suzi stood in front of the mirror, hands trembling as she touched a pin in her veil. Her dress was high-necked, long-sleeved, ivory lace stitched with the lightest shimmer. It covered everything. Every inch of skin. Every curve. Every mark.Especially the ones she hated the most.Her veil spilled over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall of silk, long enough to trail behind her. The fabric clouded her face, just slightly. Just enough.Maybe if no one could see her clearly, they wouldn’t stare.Maybe Max wouldn’t regret this.There was a soft knock at the door.“Ten minutes,” came Elizabeth’s voice.Suzi swallowed hard.Ten minutes until she had to walk toward him. Toward a future that was scary and uncertain.A quiet shuffle came from behind, followed by the sound of the door clicking open again.She turned, startled.Her father stepped inside.Rodrick Myers looked exactly as he always did: pressed suit, sharp jaw, cold eyes that scanned her without
Suzi let out a strangled sound. Something between an outraged gasp and a whimper, and turned her face away so fast her hair bounced against her cheek.Max laughed for real this time.Not cruelly. Just warm and low and so genuine it almost didn’t feel like he was making fun of her.She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, still hiding her face. “You are teasing me.”Max leaned back on the bench and tilted his head like he was considering it. “Hmm…I guess I am.”“Please stop,” she groaned, but he could see her lips twitching again.There it was, that little glow of amusement behind the embarrassment. That spark. She might be blushing so hard she could pass out, but she wasn’t running.“I’ll make a deal with you,” Max offered. “I will stop teasing you if you let me kiss you.”Suzi’s head whipped toward him so fast, Max almost worried she’d get whiplash. Her eyes were huge. “What?!”He raised both hands in mock surrender, though the grin tugging at his mouth gave him away. “Just one k
Max winced inwardly the second the words left his mouth.“It’s not that bad.”God. What a stupid thing to say.He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Suzi didn’t speak again, and he could feel her withdrawing, not with movement, but with silence. That subtle kind that wrapped around her like armor. The kind that said, This is why I don’t talk.“I didn’t mean it like that,” Max said quickly, trying to soften his voice. “I just meant… it’s not something that makes me look at you differently.”She didn’t respond. Her gaze stayed glued to the window, but he noticed the slight tremble in her fingers resting on her lap. He hadn’t made it better. If anything, he’d reminded her why she didn’t trust compliments in the first place.Fuck…Max sucked in a slow breath through his nose and released it through his teeth.He didn’t know how to talk to girls like Suzi.He didn’t mean that in a condescending way. He just… didn’t have a playbook f
Suzi stared at the closed door for a long time after Max left.He acted like he trusted her to come downstairs. Like he believed she might actually say yes.Her chest ached with something unfamiliar.She sat on the edge of her bed and buried her face in her hands. Her fingers were cold. Her legs didn’t want to move. But her heart…that traitorous, desperate little thing was fluttering like it might lift her clean off the floor.Ugh!She got up slowly and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a little frizzy. The birthmark, as always, painted a deep flush across half her face.Her shirt was clean, at least, but everything about her felt wrong and did not fit to go out.She pressed her fingertips to the glass.What was she doing? Why did she agree to this? Come to think of it, she didn’t verbally say yes, so she could still say no if she wanted to. Maybe she should…She didn’t hear the knock at first.“Suzi?” Her mother’s voice came softly from the other side.Suzi jerked her hea
Max had tried to see her three times that week since their engagement. But Suzi managed to stay hidden.Once, he had shown up at the front door with tickets to a local garden exhibit. He thought she might like it. It was something quiet, floral, and peaceful. A way to slip out of the heavy house and just breathe.Irina answered the door that time. Her eyes kind, but her voice apologetic.“She’s not feeling well today,” she’d said, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her blouse. “A headache. Perhaps another day?”Another day never came.The second attempt had been more casual. He brought coffee. Two cups, still warm, from a little café he’d passed earlier. He knocked gently, this time on her bedroom door.It was Elizabeth who intercepted him in the hall.“She’s napping,” she said. “Long day of fittings. Sorry.”Max looked past her toward the door, unsure whether to believe it. But Elizabeth only offered a tight smile and added, “Try again later. Or, you know… write her a letter
After her mother left, Suzi stayed curled on the floor long after the door clicked shut. The room had grown dim, but she hadn’t bothered to turn on a light. It was easier to sit in the dark and pretend she wasn’t trembling. Easier to imagine the whole night had never happened.But it had.Her fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater, rubbing the fabric until it pilled under her touch. The air felt heavy, like it didn’t want to move around her. She couldn’t tell if she was cold or just hollow.Then came the knock.Soft. Hesitant.Her breath caught.“Suzi? It’s me. Max.”Max.She froze.He was outside her door. Why was he outside her door?“I didn’t mean to scare you earlier,” he said, voice low and deep. “I just… I want to talk to you.”Another silence. Then her body moved without consulting her brain. Bare feet across the wood floor. Fingers trembling on the lock. She cracked the door just enough to peek out.“Why?” she whispered, not trusting her voice to do more.“So I can ask you