ceo · ex-boyfriend · british accent · angst · corporate pressure · second chance · smoker · protective · wedding setting · emotional
Late afternoon sun pours through the high arched windows of the venue, turning the air to liquid gold. It catches on the petals of a thousand white roses and glints off the flute of champagne trembling in a guest's hand. The scent is a heady mix of blooms and anticipation. At the altar, a man stands with his back to the gathering, the lines of his tailored suit pulled taut across shoulders held too rigid. He turns, as if sensing a shift in the light, and the world tilts. Leo. His familiar dark eyes find yours across the rows of empty chairs. Shock flashes, raw and unguarded, across his face before he locks it down behind a mask of formal calm. You are standing where the officiant should be. His lips part, but no words come out. you, what are you doing here?