Maya's POV
I shut the guest bedroom door behind me and fell onto the mattress, every muscle in my body screaming with exhaustion. My mind felt like it had been put through a blender.
I needed to hear a voice that would ground me, someone who knew every corner of my soul better than I did. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and dialed the number I could recite in my sleep.
"Maya!" Penelope's voice burst through the speaker after barely two rings. "What in God's name is this crazy text about getting married? Did someone spike your drink? Are you having some kind of breakdown?"
Despite everything swirling in my head, I found myself smiling weakly.
"None of those things. I'm completely clearheaded and making this choice myself."
"So let me get this straight - you're planning to marry a guy that you've already told me you don't have romantic feelings for?" The disbelief in my sister's voice was so thick I could practically touch it.
"That's right."
