“We’re having a girl’s night,” Daniella scolded.
“It’s like a bachelorette party,” Heather explained. “Gwen’s last night as a single woman.”
Gwen felt the words hit her stomach with more chill than the ice cream and she stared at the melting bowl with dismay. Tomorrow, she’d be...what? A key? It was clear that everyone expected her to be firmly attached to Henrik from the moment they met.
It was worse than her mother’s not-so-veiled suggestions that an arranged marriage with a nice Korean man was better than a lifetime of being single.
What if they didn’t like each other? What if they hated each other? What if she simply couldn’t bring herself to care about him? What if her inability to love him torpedoed their chances to stop the darkness that was going to invade their world in a few short months when the boundary thinned?
It was an insane amount of pressure. Originally posted at Dreamwidth: https://ellenmillion.dreamwidth.org/1726176.html (I'm more likely to reply to comments there!)
