Not His Destiny
I say, turning back to Elvira, “the wedding is only four days away. I don’t think they’ll call it off now.”
“Where is dinner!” Celeste screeches from her bedroom.
“Okay, let’s get dinner ready. You’ll help me, right, Lia?” I say as I move toward the kitchen. She follows without hesitation. Elvira rolls her eyes and heads back up the stairs.
By the time Lia and I finish cooking, Dante still isn't back. I try not to dwell on it, especially after my mom planted that thought in my head, and set the table for Celeste and Andre, Dante’s parents, then climb the stairs to shower.