0003✧・゚: ✧ :・゚✧ Marichuy ✧・゚: ✧ :・゚✧The mirror couldn't stop surprising me.Twenty-three again. Color in my cheeks instead of that gray pallor of the dying. Dark hair falling in shiny waves — not the brittle strands I'd once watched fall out in clumps. A body that was curvy, strong, alive.My phone rang, shrill in the quiet.Lily.My stomach turned. The urge to hurl the phone across the room was overwhelming.No. Play it smart.I answered, forcing brightness into my voice. "Lily! Hey!""Marichuy!" She squealed, and I could picture her perfect, lying face. "Oh my God, I've been dying to talk to you! Derek finally marked you last week!"In my first life, I'd stammered through this call, giddy with love.This time my voice stayed steady. "Yes, he marked me.""We have to celebrate! Lunch tomorrow with the girls? Rachel and Sophie are dying to hear the wedding details!"Wedding. The word crawled across my skin."Sounds perfect," I lied smoothly. "Where?""Rosewood Café, one o'clock! Yay
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