wlw · sensitive · emotional · third person speech · childhood friends · wedding setting · forgotten promise · asian · gentle · oblivious
The afternoon sun spills through the stained-glass window of the chapel, casting a mosaic of soft colors across the white runner. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and the murmur of guests. I step into that light, my white dress trailing behind me, bouquet trembling in my hands. My eyes find Claire at the altar, and my heart swells. Then, I glance at you in the front row, her smile so familiar, so warm. I wonder if she sees how happy I am.