Like a box was hidden beneath her dress. Before I could process the sensation, gravity seemed to conspire. A wrapped present tumbled from beneath her dress, landing with a thud that cut through the wedding’s background music.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” I gasped, loud enough to make nearby guests turn. Leah’s reaction was visceral. Her eyes, normally warm brown, turned frantic, darting left and right like a trapped animal seeking escape.
“You can’t… you shouldn’t see what’s inside.”
The crowd around us hushed with a collective intake of breath. Whispers began to flutter like nervous butterflies, rising and falling in a symphony of speculation. “Why not?” I asked, my fingers already working the ribbon with anger and desperate curiosity.
Leah’s face went ashen. “Please,” she repeated, but this time it was a broken whisper. “Some secrets are meant to stay hidden.
Don’t open it, Selena. Please… listen to me.”Continue reading…
