Make Me Hate You

The rest of the day was an out-of-body experience.

I wasn’t sure how I managed it — getting off the floor, getting dressed, putting on makeup, curling my hair.

It seemed like someone else had jumped in my body and taken over, that it was someone else entirely spending the day with Morgan and Azra, putting reception party favors together, getting manicures and pedicures, going over last-minute to-do items before the welcome party.

The person running the show was managing to smile, and asked Azra about her life, and laughed with Morgan, and dutifully avoided Tyler — which wasn’t hard, since he and his father were running errands around town all day.