(Lydia)I cleared my throat.“There is a fair behavior in thee, captain,” I said, “And though that nature with a beauteous wall doth often close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits with this thy fair and outward character.”We were practicing Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. Randy, a new recruit, had come to me for help with memorizing his scenes. I didn’t mind it at all. In fact, I rather enjoyed applying my experience as an acting teacher here. Randy was an excellent student; he was gifted but he required polishing. I was happy to provide that push.Randy took a deep breath and began to speak, but was interrupted by a deranged screeching.“You!” declared the high-pitched voice. I looked beyond the stage towards the door and gaped as Sarah pounded towards me, her eyes wild and her mouth frothing. Her blonde hair was undone and her under-eyes were dark.“You stole my man away from me!” she bellowed, standing before the stage.“Sarah,” I responded calmly, r
(Lydia)Ruby hopped into the passenger seat and flung her bag into the backseat. I had rented a car, tired of all the taxi cabs. For the bubbly person that she was, my sister turned the knob on the radio. A pop song by an emerging artist started reverberating through the doors.“How was university?” I asked her.“University was great,” she responded with enthusiasm, “But more importantly, how are you doing? How were the rehearsals at the new theater today? Are you considering getting back together with Thomas? How is Adam? What about the twins? And how is … Jack?”She chuckled to herself at the end of her interrogation.“The rehearsals were great but Sarah showed up—“Ruby gasped.“I won’t waste more time talking about either her or Thomas. Adam is doing well. I saw him on Saturday. The twins are enjoying their time in the city … And about Jack,”I turned to look at her, “You can see him for yourself tonight. We’re going out for drinks with Grace and Chadwick.”I spun the steering wh
(Thomas)As the night had grown deeper, the club had begun to bustle with people and the music had grown steadily louder. We were now almost yelling at each other to be heard. Twenty minutes ago, the couple that Jack had invited had left and the table now only seated close friends: Jack, Grace, Lydia, and myself. My brother returned from ordering another round of drinks and slumped back into his chair.“So … uh … how’s Ruby doing?” he leaned in towards Lydia.I shook my head at him and thumped my palms on the table. “Seriously?” I chuckled, “As if you weren’t just sweet-talking that brunette by the bar!”.“What!” Jack shrugged his shoulders, “The more the merrier!”. He grinned and winked.“You fiendish devil!” Lydia tapped a finger at his arm. Her face glowed in amusement. “Why don’t you ask Ruby out yourself?” she sneered at Jack in mock seriousness. Grace looked up from her phone and nodded in agreement.“Oh, nice of you to finally chip in!” Jake poked at her annoyance with a laug
(Sarah)I was sitting cross-legged on the floor of my bedroom. I had spent the entire day yesterday ruminating over my altercation with Lydia and Jack. How dare Jack have asked me to leave! I was his future sister-in-law!I chewed a nail and thought further about it. Jack wasn’t important right now; I needed to figure out how to get back together with Thomas. My head felt hot from rage as I recounted how, over the past few days, my life had gone so off-track.I would be Thomas’s wife, whether he liked it or not!I unlocked my phone to dial but was distracted by the notification of Jack’s new Instagram story. My eyes widened in shock and my jaw dropped in horror when I opened it. Lydia had gone clubbing with Thomas last night! There she was sipping drinks in a sexy black dress and slutty gold jewelry! She was chuckling in delight at her victory of having stolen Thomas away from me.I let out a resounding scream of fury, shaking with fear and unable to contain my wrath any longer.I was
(Lydia)“Hello!” I chirped into the phone as soon as I saw the caller ID.“Good morning, Miss Lombardi,” a female voice replied, “This is Gemma from the administration desk at Warren Parker Preschool—““Ah, yes,” I smiled, “I was wondering when you’d phone to call in the twins for an interview.”Warren Parker was one of the most prestigious preparatory preschools in Greater Colorado. I had been glad I had moved to Denver when I had learned about their teaching methods and the way they gave each child such individual attention to bring out the best in them. I had submitted the twins’ application forms last week.There was an awkward pause on the other end of the line.“Hello?” I said.“Miss Lombardi, we’re afraid we can’t accept your children’s applications.”My heart began to thump wildly and my eyes darted towards the twins. Miles was putting back a train set he’d deconstructed with perfect accuracy and Mabel was creating a multicolored bridge, complete with two towers, from her Lego
(Lydia)I rubbed my sweaty palms together, curled them into fists, and brought the fists up to my nose. Thomas had said, “I’m coming over” and then immediately hung up. I didn’t understand why he had to drive all the way over to the theater when we could have easily discussed this on the phone. But by the time I had even opened my mouth to speak, he had probably already been in his car. I paced around the lobby of the theater building and then stopped by a water dispenser. I poured myself a glass and then sat down on one of the squishy leather sofas by the entrance.Slowly, I sipped my water. I was still feeling a little jittery when my phone chimed.“I’m here,” Thomas had texted.And then he bolted through the entrance. He looked dashing in his charcoal gray suit and the receptionist immediately stood up to greet him. I did too, but he gave me a quick wave and gestured to me to sit back down. After a short word with the receptionist, he came over to the leather sofas to join me. “Tw
(Lydia)I gazed at him, dumbfounded in baffled amazement and completely unsure of how to respond.After all this time that we had spent apart, he was once again approaching me. All my previous feelings of conflict about his intentions subsided as I wordlessly blinked at him.I could not believe that this was actually happening, nor could I recall the last time that he had asked me out for a date.***In the hazy sunlight of the afternoon, I had been scribbling away in response to an essay question about the Kurt Lewin change model. I had picked up the management course for fun but Jack and Thomas, being business-minded people, had been required to take it.Not that they ever studied for it … or even participated in class except to crack jokes.But I had thoroughly enjoyed the subject and the instructor, Ms. Hayworth, had reciprocated my feelings of enthusiasm by always appreciating me in class.Despite the fact that this course was not a requirement for me, I was well-prepared for my
(Lydia)My heels clicked down the pavement outside the theater and I glanced up at the evening sky. It was a beautiful shade of purple. I had paid the cab driver two minutes ago after he had dropped me here.It was ridiculous, I thought, to get picked up for dinner outside my workplace. But Thomas had insisted. I had wondered about whether he was hiding from my sister or his children, all of whom were at the hotel.But Ruby already knew that I was going out with Thomas. She hadn’t exactly approved of it, but hadn’t reprimanded me either.I was wearing my navy long dress and a pair of silver heels. And, yes, I was a little nervous.Thomas pulled up two minutes later. He got out of the car and said, “I’m so sorry I’m late”. I shook my head, smiling slightly. Apparently, we’d color-coordinated.He returned my smile and my heart leapt a little. “You look so beautiful tonight,” he said.I blushed. “What was the point of picking me up here?” I asked.“Enh,” Thomas shrugged.I walked over to
(Lydia)The reception was everything I had dreamed of and more. The air was filled with the sound of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The venue, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, felt magical, as though we were all living in a dream. Thomas and I had just shared our vows, but now the celebration was in full swing, and the joy in the air was palpable.Mabel and Miles were the stars of the evening, as expected. They had barely left the dance floor since the music started, their little feet moving in uncoordinated yet adorable ways. Miles was trying to spin in circles, his arms flailing around as Mabel, ever the perfectionist, tried to keep him in check. They were a sight to behold, so carefree and full of life. Their giggles and shouts of “Look at me!” filled the room, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with them.Thomas was by my side, his hand gently resting on my back as we watched our children steal the show. The evening felt like it was slipping by in the most
(Thomas)The day had finally arrived. Our wedding day.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for the fifth time, trying to focus on the simple task instead of the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I couldn’t stop the memories from creeping in, images of Lydia in a wedding dress years ago, her radiant smile lighting up the room, and the way my heart had soared knowing she was about to become my wife.And then, the accident. The chaos, the pain, the years we spent finding our way back to each other.Today wasn’t just about vows or rings. It was about us. About the journey we had taken, the battles we had fought, and the love that had carried us through it all.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Jack stepped in, looking sharp in his suit, his usual easygoing expression replaced by something softer.“You doing okay?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.I nodded, though my reflection betrayed me. “Just...a lot to process.”Jack walked over, clapping
(Lydia)With only a week left until the wedding, the house felt like a beehive, everyone buzzing with purpose, energy, and, occasionally, a touch of chaos. I stood in the middle of it all, both exhilarated and slightly overwhelmed.Ruby was in the corner of Mama’s room, hunched over her sewing machine, her brow furrowed in concentration. My wedding dress hung on a nearby mannequin, almost complete but still needing those final, intricate touches that only Ruby could master. She was doing this here because if she needed to know any adjustments, I would just be a few rooms away.She was holed up in Mama’s room because she didn’t want Thomas to get a glimpse of the wedding dress, not until the day of the wedding as I walked down the aisle.“Are you sure you don’t need a break?” I asked, holding out a cup of tea for her.Ruby looked up, her eyes tired but determined. “Not until this hem is perfect. You’re going to look stunning, Lydia. Just trust me.”“I do,” I said softly, setting the te
(Thomas)The moment we pulled up to the venue, I felt a mix of anticipation and pride. The sprawling garden, framed by blooming flowers and soft sunlight, looked like something out of a dream. This was it, the place where Lydia and I would officially start the next chapter of our lives.Mabel and Miles were already buzzing with excitement, craning their necks to get a better look as the car slowed to a stop.“Is that where we’re going to walk with the flowers?” Mabel asked, pointing to the long stone pathway that led to the main garden.“It is,” I said, glancing at Lydia, who was smiling softly.“It’s so pretty!” Miles added, practically bouncing in his seat.Once we were out of the car, the kids ran ahead, their laughter echoing in the crisp air. Lydia and I followed at a slower pace, her hand tucked into mine.“Can you believe it’s almost here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.I shook my head. “It feels surreal. But seeing this place again...it makes it all feel real.”T
(Lydia)Sitting at the dining table with Thomas, a notebook in front of me and a pen in hand, I felt an odd mix of excitement and dread. Finalizing the guest list for our wedding should have been a straightforward task, but when Margaret got involved, nothing ever stayed simple for long.I glanced at Thomas, who was scrolling through his phone, cross-checking names. He looked calm, but I knew better. We were both bracing ourselves for the inevitable drama.“Are we really going to put up with Margaret’s list of distant cousins and relatives we’ve never met?” I asked, my voice low but pointed.Thomas sighed and set his phone down. “You know how mother is. She thinks a wedding is a chance to show off family connections.”“Well, it’s not her wedding,” I said firmly. “It’s ours, and I want it to feel personal, not like some society gala.”Thomas reached over and squeezed my hand. “I agree with you. But let’s try to handle this delicately. You know how she can get.”Before I could respond,
(Thomas)The house was alive with energy, and it all revolved around two very determined little people: Mabel and Miles. Ever since we’d told them they were going to be the flower girl and flower boy at the wedding, their excitement had reached a whole new level. They were taking their roles very seriously, perhaps even more seriously than Lydia and I were taking the rest of the wedding planning.This morning, the focus was on their outfits. Lydia and I had arranged for a tailor to come to the house to ensure everything fit perfectly. Mabel was already dressed in a soft pink dress with layers of tulle that made her look like a little princess. She twirled in front of the mirror, her curls bouncing with every spin.“Do you think I need a tiara, Daddy?” she asked, her big brown eyes wide with sincerity.I crouched down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are, sweetheart. But if you really want a tiara, we can look for one.”Mabel c
(Lydia)The morning sun streamed through the windows as I parked outside Ruby’s boutique. My heart fluttered with a mix of nerves and excitement. In just two weeks, I would be walking down the aisle to marry Thomas, the man who had stood by me through everything. But today, all I could think about was my first fitting for the wedding dress Ruby had been tirelessly designing.As I stepped into the boutique, the soft chime of the bell announced my arrival. Ruby appeared from the back room, her face lighting up with a smile that instantly put me at ease.“You’re here!” she said, walking over to hug me. “I’ve been waiting for this all week.”“I’ve been counting down the days,” I admitted, hugging her back. “I’m nervous, though. What if the dress doesn’t feel right? What if-”Ruby placed her hands on my shoulders, her expression firm but kind. “Stop right there. This dress is going to be perfect because it’s made for you, by me. Trust me, Lydia.”I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. I t
(Lydia)The sunlight poured down as I stepped out of the car, grocery list in hand. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder or scanning the parking lot for anything suspicious. Ben, my personal bodyguard, walked a few paces behind me, his presence a quiet reassurance. But today, I didn’t feel like I needed him as much as I had in the past.The air felt lighter, and so did I. It was as if the dark cloud that had loomed over my life for so long had finally dissipated. Nathan was gone, Lucien was behind bars, and the world was moving on. So was I.Inside the grocery store, I grabbed a cart and started down the aisles. It felt good to do something as ordinary as picking out apples and comparing cereal brands. For so long, I’d avoided public places, afraid of the whispers and stares. But today, there were none. People walked past me, absorbed in their own lives, and it was blissfully normal.I paused by the bakery section, tempted by the scent of fre
(Lydia)The sleek glass doors of the event management company slid open, and Thomas and I stepped inside. The lobby was stunning, a perfect balance of elegance and modernity. Polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandelier lights, and a gentle floral scent wafted through the air. A cheerful receptionist greeted us, offering sparkling water while we waited for our meeting.Thomas leaned toward me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. “This place screams ‘perfect wedding,’ doesn’t it?”I smiled, squeezing his arm. “Let’s see if they can live up to the hype.”It was Margaret who had given us the name of this event management company after making her calls and asking around for suggestions. And as far as I could tell, the place looked like the sort of company I would have chosen for myself.Moments later, a tall, impeccably dressed man approached us with a wide smile. His tailored navy suit and silk pocket square spoke volumes about his attention to detail.