Chapter Thirty-One

Ziza stood in the shadows, watching, oblivious to the tight grip of her damp palms on the thick, tall curtains that helped conceal her from the audience she spied on. Her breath came out choppy with the nerves that consumed her. It was a special day today, after all. She laughed at herself. Every day was special. There was always something lined up to mess with her, but they all turned out for the best. She only hoped today would be nothing but the same. Because this was it. Another promise she was fulfilling, not just for her other but for herself. Ziza’s gown swished around her as she bent over for another peek from behind the curtains, hardly able to believe it. This was it.