Chloe stared at me.
The confidence on her face slowly disappeared.
“What are you doing?”
I looked at her through the mirror.
“Getting married.”
She laughed.
A short, nervous laugh.
“You cannot seriously walk out there like that.”
I carefully placed the tiara on my bare head.
The diamonds caught the light from the vanity mirror.
For the first time all morning…
I recognized myself.
Not the woman who had spent years trying to make everyone comfortable.
Not the sister who apologized for being sick.
Not the daughter who smiled through every cruel comment.
Me.
Valeria.
The woman who survived.
Chloe stepped closer.
