I swear… if there were a worldwide championship for the sport of hugging a pillow with absolute, unyielding dedication, then I—Liliane Hohenberg, this exceptionally cute and graceful creature—would undoubtedly bring home the gold, silver, bronze, and honestly, the entire stadium as well.
"Five more minutes…" I croaked, my voice thick with pure, unadulterated suffering, as I squeezed my bolster as if it were my one true love who would never betray me.
Alas… the world is cruel.
UTTERLY CRUEL.
"My Lady… please wake up, you must prepare yourself."
That was Mary's voice.
A voice that sounded like an angel… but whose actions resembled a literal grim reaper.
I felt a gentle tug—no, scratch that, it wasn't gentle at all—it was a fiercely determined yank from someone ready to wager her entire dignity just to separate me from my beloved pillow.
"No…" I tightened my grip. "He and I have already exchanged sacred vows…"
On the other side of the bed—
