*Zara*
It had been a few days, and I’d been focusing on rest. While I left my room on occasion for smaller things like lunch to keep my ears open regarding the wedding, I hadn’t left my room much.
The exhaustion was taking its toll. Tonight, however, I was well enough to attend the Drogomor family dinner. Noah insisted that I go when I was well enough so I could enjoy the food and atmosphere.
I had told him I enjoyed both immensely when I could actually be there, and I supposed he wanted me to be happy and comfortable.
With my attitude, I had no idea why he cared so much, but there we were. Issac and Estella were very pleasant. Truthfully, getting out there with them, along with the rest of the Drogomor pack, was a nice idea.
I ran my brush through my hair, staring at my expression and noting just how tired I looked. There were shadows under my eyes, and I let out a yawn.
I wondered how many weird looks I would get. My stomach twisted with a sudden surge of nervousness.
