May 8

Maya's POV

I wake up on May 8 for the first time with a happy face, and my heart is filled with happiness. There are no tears, no facial tissue all over my room. No Adonis's letter on my chest. Because today I am going to marry the only man I love ever since I have learned what love means, at last, I will walk down the aisle today. It is still very early in the morning, but everything feels lovely. I hear the chirping of the birds, and I even listen to the hooves of horses not so far away as I realized my brothers have their early ride.

My best friend is still sleeping peacefully, and I think she was tired from last night. I smiled as I see her body on the other side of the bed, and I could no longer see her blanket. And I am just glad she was wearing pajamas and not a nightdress because San Antonio has always been colder in the entire country, even if it is summertime.