With the guys gone and no audience to appreciate their vocal prowess, the girls retired to the expansive bridal suite to gossip the night away as they tried on their dresses yet again, touched up their nails, made snide comments about what Rila would be hard at by that time the next day and tried dance steps for the party.
My daughter looked up at me from the place on the floor where she was kneeling and smiled. It was the same as her old familiar smile but… wrong somehow. Twisted. Like her face had been removed from her skull and then reattached by someone who wasn’t exactly sure how. I frowned, uncomfortable at the sight.