As I pondered these thoughts, a soft knock on my door broke through my reverie. My mom entered, carrying a wedding dress and a set of jewelry, but my heart sank as I realized they weren't meant for me; they belonged to April. I couldn't help but feel as if I were inheriting everything that April had rejected or left behind. I stared at the dress and jewelry, unable to bring myself to accept them.
Just then, my phone rang, and I saw Sebastian's name on the screen. With a heavy sigh, I answered the call.
"Hi," I said, my voice tinged with sadness.
"Are you okay, Bee?" he asked, genuine concern evident in his tone.
"Yeah," I replied, though my words belied the turmoil within me.
"What's troubling you? Please, if you don't want to go through with this, just say the word. I'll put an end to all this madness," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a gentle tenderness that reached deep into my heart.
"It's not about that," I responded, my voice trembling as I tried to put my feelings into words. "It's just... Mom brought April's dress and jewelry, and I find it hard to accept them."
A contemplative pause followed on Sebastian's end of the line. Then, he spoke with a resolute yet comforting tone, "You don't have to, Bee. Give me a moment; I'll figure something out. This is your special day, and it should be everything you've ever dreamed of."With those words of assurance, he ended the call, leaving me both curious and touched by his determination to make this day uniquely mine. Despite the tangled circumstances that brought us here, his unwavering support gave me a glimmer of hope.
The clamor in the hallway grew louder as a team of designers hurried in, carrying a breathtaking assortment of wedding dresses. My mom arrived, curiosity mixed with irritation etched across her face.
"What's happening here?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing in frustration.
Summoning my courage, I explained, "Seb sent them so that I could choose my own wedding dress. I couldn't bear the thought of wearing April's."
My mom's expression hardened as she probed further, "And who informed Sebastian about this?"
With a heavy sigh, I admitted, "I did."
Disapproval radiated from her as she scolded me, "It's not polite to trouble him when you already have a perfectly suitable dress."
Suddenly, the room was graced by Sebastian's commanding presence as he entered, his voice resolute and firm. "Actually, she didn't choose that dress. It was April's dress, and my soon-to-be wife deserves nothing less than what she desires," he stated emphatically. Taking a seat on the couch, he remained composed, seemingly unaffected by the building tension between my mother and me.
My mom turned to Sebastian, her demeanor softening as she grasped the extent of his involvement in this surprising development. "Sebastian, dear, please..."
Sebastian halted her words with a raised hand. "Bee, feel free to select any dress you desire. This day is about you," he declared, his voice carrying an unwavering sense of resolution. He leaned back on the couch, an air of determination about him as if daring anyone to contest his decision.
A surge of gratitude welled up inside me for Sebastian's unwavering support. The weight of tradition and obligation seemed to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation for the future that lay ahead.
I scanned the array of wedding dresses before me, each one more elaborate than the last. Sequins, lace, and layers of tulle adorned most of them, but none of them felt right. My heart longed for something simpler, something that resonated with who I was.And then, I saw it—a dress that spoke to me in its elegant simplicity. It was a vision of grace, with a fitted bodice that gently accentuated my figure before cascading into a flowing A-line skirt. The fabric was a soft, pristine satin, and it shimmered delicately in the soft lighting of the room.
The dress had a subtle V-neckline, and the back dipped into a gentle scoop, revealing just enough without being overly revealing. Its charm lay in its understated beauty, devoid of excessive embellishments or frills. Instead, it relied on the purity of its design to make a statement.
As I slipped into the dress, I couldn't help but feel a sense of rightness wash over me. It was as if this gown had been waiting for me, tailor-made for the quiet, introspective side of my personality. In its simplicity, I found a quiet confidence, a reflection of the friendship that Sebastian and I shared—that didn't need grand gestures or elaborate displays.
I turned to face the mirror, and as I gazed upon my reflection, I knew that I had made the right choice. This dress was more than just fabric and stitches; it was a symbol of the journey Sebastian and I were embarking upon—a journey of sacrifice, and the unspoken understanding between us.
Stepping out of the dressing room, I handed my chosen dress to the attendant for packing. I noticed a look of confusion in Sebastian's eyes.
"What's wrong?" I inquired, puzzled by his expression.
"I thought you were going to show me the dress you were selecting," he said, his tone filled with curiosity.
I offered a small smile and explained, "Well, I know this isn't the wedding we all had in mind, but it's happening nonetheless. I want to honor some of the traditions and one of them is that the groom can't see the bride's wedding dress before the wedding."
Understanding dawned in Sebastian's eyes, and he nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, I respect that.”
"I have something I'd like to give you," he said, extending his hand for me to take. Together, we left the room and made our way to the garden area where we had spent countless hours together since our childhood.
Sebastian settled onto the swings and gently motioned for me to join him. My nerves tingled, uncertainty swirling in the air as I tried to decipher the meaning behind all of this. He fixed his gaze on me, his eyes warm with a mix of understanding and determination."I know our situation isn't exactly what we envisioned," he began, his voice steady and filled with sincerity. "We've been best friends since childhood, and now, well, things have changed. And I want to do this the right way."With those words, he reached into his pocket, producing a small box. As he opened it, my breath caught in my throat, revealing a perfect ring. The ring was elegantly simple, its design a testament to timeless beauty. At its center, a deep, lustrous red ruby glowed with an inner fire, its rich hue capturing the essence of passion and love. Encircling the ruby, delicate diamonds sparkled like stars against the night sky, adding a touch of brilliance to the ring's understated charm. I couldn't help but f
I was dressed and ready for the day, my nerves on edge as I feared my sister might return at any moment to reclaim her rightful place. Throughout the entire day, I couldn't bring myself to eat. In the morning, as I was getting ready, Sebastian called to inquire about my well-being. His thoughtful gesture was a testament to his caring nature—he had always been this way, checking in on me.As I anxiously waited for the day's events to unfold, my mother entered the room, her expression a mix of concern and sternness."Lily, dear, you need to eat something. It's your big day, and you can't afford to feel weak," she urged gently.I managed a weak smile, attempting to alleviate her worries. "I will, Mom, I promise. I'm just a little too jittery right now."My friends, who had gathered to support me, chimed in with encouraging words. Emily, always the optimist, said, "Lily, you've got this. Sebastian loves you and might be like a friend but he does right? Today is about the two of you, not
The discomfort of my heels nagged at me as I took my seat, I stole a glance at the empty chair beside mine, a tangible reminder of his absence. Everything about this day felt overwhelming, and it only added to my unease As I sat there, waiting for his return, making it all the more challenging to stay composed.The thought that he hadn't shared his feelings with me since my sister's abrupt departure gnawed at my mind like a persistent worry. I knew that this wedding was far from what we had anticipated, but his silence left me in a state of uncertainty, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity, and the growing unease inside me made it difficult to focus on my family, friends, and the celebrations around me. I longed for the return of the man who had been my best friend since childhood, the one I had just married, and yet, felt like a stranger at that moment.The minutes dragged on, and I couldn't help but fidget
Marrying him felt like a dream come true, but my happiness was clouded by the nagging reality that he didn't see me as his wife. In his eyes, I was still just his nerdy best friend, a role I had filled since the day we met as kids. I often reminisced about how we first crossed paths. "Playing in the garden was my favorite pastime. I didn't need my sister, April, to be with me. I could spend the whole day in the garden. On that day, while playing with my ball, it got stuck in a tree. I tried to get it, I jumped but couldn't get my ball, I watched helplessly, unable to reach it. “Why are you looking at the tree for five minutes?” a voice spoke. I was startled and turned to see a beautiful boy standing there, hands on his waist, wearing a faint teasing smile. “You can't help me, so just leave it,” I replied, not particularly fond of his teasing smile. “Try me,” he simply said, his genuine interest piquing my curiosity. You see, I was seven years old, and I didn't have any friends. Pe
The morning sun blazed brightly into our room, signaling the arrival of a new day after our wedding night. However, I couldn't be sure if I was truly prepared for what lay ahead. I lay awake, torn between wanting to escape and not being ready to confront the consequences, to witness the unexpected. I wasn't ready to see the change in his eyes, to see the realization of how his world had been turned upside down. He wouldn't see April; he would see me. I let out a deep sigh and carefully slipped out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. As I glanced back at him, I couldn't help but smile, seeing him sleep so peacefully. I gently brushed a strand of hair from his face, my heart heavy with the love I felt for him. With a final look, I stepped into the bathroom to continue my morning routine.I slipped out of the room as quietly as I could, being careful not to disturb Sebastian's peaceful slumber. The grand staircase greeted me as I descended, the plush carpet beneath my f
Sebastian stood near the window, gazing down at the vast city below, the office drenched in warm hues by the soft glow of the morning sun. I took a breath, standing closer to the threshold and understanding the weight of words left unspoken.Everything seemed so easy with him, and I felt comfortable with him. Even so, there was an insatiable need in me to explore his mind and discover the complexity that lived there, even despite how simple it was. It was an enormous responsibility to put myself in the shoes of a woman he might have loved. It was difficult as well as terrifying.My complex emotions darkened as I watched him stare out of the window, my complicated thoughts took a darker turn. Instead of appreciating the view, my mind raced with questions. Was he reminiscing about how he once stood with my sister at this window? Did he recall the touch of his hands on her body as she laid her hands flat on the window? Could he still envision her in this space while I stood beside him, y
As we settled back after our little outing, from the office to lunch, we found ourselves in front of the television. An itch to reach for the remote and switch to my favorite show nagged at me, yet I couldn't summon the courage. Something felt off, and I couldn't shake the feeling. How had our relationship shifted so drastically? There was a time when I'd fiercely battle for the remote, insisting on my preferred program over his boring football matches. But now, I sat frozen, silently wishing he would go and work on his laptop.“Bee, what's the score?” he suddenly asked, looking at me with questioning eyes. I put on a face and tried to tell him what the score was, but I didn't understand the cryptic symbols on the screen. Even when he shouted at the screen, presumably because his team was winning, I wasn't paying attention."I think your team is clearly winning," I said with uncertainty but confidently nevertheless. He smiled at me and then pointed at the screen. “Well, as much as I l
The next morning, I woke with a jolt, the memory of Seb's kiss still lingering on my lips. My heart raced as I relived the moment over and over in my mind, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. But amidst the joy and uncertainty, there was a nagging fear that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts – what if Seb regretted the kiss?Without a second thought, I slipped out of bed and hastily made my way to my art studio, the need to distract myself from my racing thoughts overwhelming. As I picked up my paintbrush and began to lose myself in the swirls of colour on the canvas, I tried to push aside the doubts that threatened to consume me.But my attempts at distraction were short-lived, as the sound of hurried footsteps approaching drew me out of my reverie. Before I could react, the door burst open, and Seb stood before me, his expression a mix of anger and concern."Lily! Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration.I b
The next morning, I woke with a jolt, the memory of Seb's kiss still lingering on my lips. My heart raced as I relived the moment over and over in my mind, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. But amidst the joy and uncertainty, there was a nagging fear that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts – what if Seb regretted the kiss?Without a second thought, I slipped out of bed and hastily made my way to my art studio, the need to distract myself from my racing thoughts overwhelming. As I picked up my paintbrush and began to lose myself in the swirls of colour on the canvas, I tried to push aside the doubts that threatened to consume me.But my attempts at distraction were short-lived, as the sound of hurried footsteps approaching drew me out of my reverie. Before I could react, the door burst open, and Seb stood before me, his expression a mix of anger and concern."Lily! Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration.I b
As we settled back after our little outing, from the office to lunch, we found ourselves in front of the television. An itch to reach for the remote and switch to my favorite show nagged at me, yet I couldn't summon the courage. Something felt off, and I couldn't shake the feeling. How had our relationship shifted so drastically? There was a time when I'd fiercely battle for the remote, insisting on my preferred program over his boring football matches. But now, I sat frozen, silently wishing he would go and work on his laptop.“Bee, what's the score?” he suddenly asked, looking at me with questioning eyes. I put on a face and tried to tell him what the score was, but I didn't understand the cryptic symbols on the screen. Even when he shouted at the screen, presumably because his team was winning, I wasn't paying attention."I think your team is clearly winning," I said with uncertainty but confidently nevertheless. He smiled at me and then pointed at the screen. “Well, as much as I l
Sebastian stood near the window, gazing down at the vast city below, the office drenched in warm hues by the soft glow of the morning sun. I took a breath, standing closer to the threshold and understanding the weight of words left unspoken.Everything seemed so easy with him, and I felt comfortable with him. Even so, there was an insatiable need in me to explore his mind and discover the complexity that lived there, even despite how simple it was. It was an enormous responsibility to put myself in the shoes of a woman he might have loved. It was difficult as well as terrifying.My complex emotions darkened as I watched him stare out of the window, my complicated thoughts took a darker turn. Instead of appreciating the view, my mind raced with questions. Was he reminiscing about how he once stood with my sister at this window? Did he recall the touch of his hands on her body as she laid her hands flat on the window? Could he still envision her in this space while I stood beside him, y
The morning sun blazed brightly into our room, signaling the arrival of a new day after our wedding night. However, I couldn't be sure if I was truly prepared for what lay ahead. I lay awake, torn between wanting to escape and not being ready to confront the consequences, to witness the unexpected. I wasn't ready to see the change in his eyes, to see the realization of how his world had been turned upside down. He wouldn't see April; he would see me. I let out a deep sigh and carefully slipped out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. As I glanced back at him, I couldn't help but smile, seeing him sleep so peacefully. I gently brushed a strand of hair from his face, my heart heavy with the love I felt for him. With a final look, I stepped into the bathroom to continue my morning routine.I slipped out of the room as quietly as I could, being careful not to disturb Sebastian's peaceful slumber. The grand staircase greeted me as I descended, the plush carpet beneath my f
Marrying him felt like a dream come true, but my happiness was clouded by the nagging reality that he didn't see me as his wife. In his eyes, I was still just his nerdy best friend, a role I had filled since the day we met as kids. I often reminisced about how we first crossed paths. "Playing in the garden was my favorite pastime. I didn't need my sister, April, to be with me. I could spend the whole day in the garden. On that day, while playing with my ball, it got stuck in a tree. I tried to get it, I jumped but couldn't get my ball, I watched helplessly, unable to reach it. “Why are you looking at the tree for five minutes?” a voice spoke. I was startled and turned to see a beautiful boy standing there, hands on his waist, wearing a faint teasing smile. “You can't help me, so just leave it,” I replied, not particularly fond of his teasing smile. “Try me,” he simply said, his genuine interest piquing my curiosity. You see, I was seven years old, and I didn't have any friends. Pe
The discomfort of my heels nagged at me as I took my seat, I stole a glance at the empty chair beside mine, a tangible reminder of his absence. Everything about this day felt overwhelming, and it only added to my unease As I sat there, waiting for his return, making it all the more challenging to stay composed.The thought that he hadn't shared his feelings with me since my sister's abrupt departure gnawed at my mind like a persistent worry. I knew that this wedding was far from what we had anticipated, but his silence left me in a state of uncertainty, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity, and the growing unease inside me made it difficult to focus on my family, friends, and the celebrations around me. I longed for the return of the man who had been my best friend since childhood, the one I had just married, and yet, felt like a stranger at that moment.The minutes dragged on, and I couldn't help but fidget
I was dressed and ready for the day, my nerves on edge as I feared my sister might return at any moment to reclaim her rightful place. Throughout the entire day, I couldn't bring myself to eat. In the morning, as I was getting ready, Sebastian called to inquire about my well-being. His thoughtful gesture was a testament to his caring nature—he had always been this way, checking in on me.As I anxiously waited for the day's events to unfold, my mother entered the room, her expression a mix of concern and sternness."Lily, dear, you need to eat something. It's your big day, and you can't afford to feel weak," she urged gently.I managed a weak smile, attempting to alleviate her worries. "I will, Mom, I promise. I'm just a little too jittery right now."My friends, who had gathered to support me, chimed in with encouraging words. Emily, always the optimist, said, "Lily, you've got this. Sebastian loves you and might be like a friend but he does right? Today is about the two of you, not
Sebastian settled onto the swings and gently motioned for me to join him. My nerves tingled, uncertainty swirling in the air as I tried to decipher the meaning behind all of this. He fixed his gaze on me, his eyes warm with a mix of understanding and determination."I know our situation isn't exactly what we envisioned," he began, his voice steady and filled with sincerity. "We've been best friends since childhood, and now, well, things have changed. And I want to do this the right way."With those words, he reached into his pocket, producing a small box. As he opened it, my breath caught in my throat, revealing a perfect ring. The ring was elegantly simple, its design a testament to timeless beauty. At its center, a deep, lustrous red ruby glowed with an inner fire, its rich hue capturing the essence of passion and love. Encircling the ruby, delicate diamonds sparkled like stars against the night sky, adding a touch of brilliance to the ring's understated charm. I couldn't help but f
I rushed into my room, my head spinning with the weight of what had just transpired. Was I really about to marry the love of my life? It was a thought that should have filled me with joy, but I couldn't shake the unease that clung to my heart. After all, Sebastian was supposed to marry my sister and their wedding had been scheduled just a month away. He hadn't opposed the proposal, which left me with the haunting thought that he might have feelings for April.As I pondered these thoughts, a soft knock on my door broke through my reverie. My mom entered, carrying a wedding dress and a set of jewelry, but my heart sank as I realized they weren't meant for me; they belonged to April. I couldn't help but feel as if I were inheriting everything that April had rejected or left behind. I stared at the dress and jewelry, unable to bring myself to accept them.Just then, my phone rang, and I saw Sebastian's name on the screen. With a heavy sigh, I answered the call."Hi," I said, my voice ting