One week.
It's been one week since the engagement party, and I've barely left my room.
Mother thinks I'm still recovering from being "sick." Feifei keeps texting me worried messages I respond to with reassuring lies. Father hasn't noticed at all, which is typical.
I've been trying to convince myself that it's over, that Bael meant it this time when he said it wouldn't happen again, that I can go back to being invisible, to surviving this nightmare until... what? The wedding? And then what?
I don't let myself think that far.
But today, I can't hide.
Today is the first official family dinner, both families, at our house, because apparently the Li family still has enough pride to insist on hosting at least once, even if our dining room is half the size of the Wuchen estate's and our china is from three generations ago.
