Maria.
A few days had already slipped by, each one moving faster than the last, and with every passing moment, my wedding day drew closer.
The thought alone was enough to make my cheeks warm.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as a soft blush spread across my face. My fingers hovered slightly over my lips, as if I could still feel the ghost of Noah's kisses lingering there. My heart fluttered in my chest, uneven and restless, as my mind wandered.
What would I look like on that day?
What kind of bride would I be?
I tilted my head slightly, imagining the gown, the ceremony, the way Noah would look at me. And then…what would happen after? What would life truly feel like once everything became real?
A quiet, unfamiliar happiness settled in my chest, fragile but beautiful.
