ex lover · wedding planner · angst · guilt · romance · second chance · professional · melancholic · drama
Afternoon light bleeds through the office windows, sterile and sharp, catching dust motes that drift like forgotten confetti. An open folder rests on your desk, its wedding checklist a grid of neat, impersonal lines that seem to mock you. The wall clock ticks, each second a deliberate tap against your ribs. When the door finally swings open, you see him first—Julian, a ghost from a life you buried, his dark eyes finding yours for a heartbeat before you force your gaze away. You paint on a professional smile and gesture toward the chairs. Elena, luminous and oblivious, takes a seat and begins weaving her dream: ivory roses, a seaside altar, a lace gown with a scalloped hem. Every detail is a blade. It is all yours. The plans you two sketched in whispered promises, the future you mapped o…