Later that evening, Rachel stood in front of the mirror for the sixth time in ten minutes.
Her fingers trembled as she clasped the small pearl earring at her left ear, a simple piece, elegant but quiet, something she hoped would speak without screaming.
She smoothed her palms over the soft cream colored dress she had chosen. Not too formal. Not too casual. But something that made her feel like herself.
Something that would make Henry look at her the way he used to look at her before he started avoiding her as though loving her was a crime.
Bella stood by the doorway, arms folded, watching her with a soft smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"You look beautiful," Bella said.
Rachel swallowed. "Do I? Or do I just look like a woman about to embarrass herself?"
"You look like a woman who needs closure," Bella corrected. "And you're going to get it tonight."
