I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. The makeup artists have just left, and I don’t even recognize the woman looking back at me. My hair is too perfect, my lips are too red. I look like a painting of someone else.Adam’s words are still spinning in my head, making me feel dizzy.*Do you love him? Or you just wanna hate me forever?*The door opens and Zara walks in. Her eyes study me from head to toe, but her face doesn’t change.“I’ll get the straps,” she says to the last stylist working on my dress, her voice totally dry.The woman nods and slips out of the room, leaving us alone.“Hey, babe,” I say, forcing a smile.Zara doesn’t answer. She moves behind me and starts tying the knots on the back of my gown. Her fingers are quick, but they aren’t gentle. She isn’t doing this to be cute or friendly. She’s completely silent.Her quietness is worse than her yelling, and I'd rather have her talk to me.“Zara, please,” I finally beg, my voice cracking. “Can you just… say somethin
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