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Fri. 31st May...
Nadia's POV
"I need you and Soonyoung to check out the caterers for both weddings and also book the restaurant for the Smith proposals," I instructed Jeonghan as we all settled down in the conference room, distributing the workload to make it easier for everyone.
Over the past few months, we've been getting a lot of recognition and growing in popularity, which means we have several meetings with new clients. This month we're fully booked every weekend with birthday parties, weddings, and a few marriage proposals.
Jihoon asks, "Apart from the venue bookings and meeting with clients for their final decisions, is there anything else I need to do?"
I nodded and replied, "I still have to deal with invitations and a few other meetings with the rest of the staff, so I'm leaving all that up to you."
Jihoon approved, and we all began discussing themes and ideas for each upcoming event.
Work was hectic, but it was a distraction from my last encounter with Wonwoo.
I found myself debating what to make of our relationship after so many years had passed.
Initially, I wanted nothing to do with him, but after hearing him out, my heart softened, and I thought maybe we could be friends.
However, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us.
It bothered me that just his touch or anything related to him could sway my heart.
I hated it because I shouldn't be thinking about him that way, especially since I had someone else I liked.
I forgave him, but not because I still had lingering feelings.
I did it for the sake of finally moving on and giving myself to the person I would eventually be with.
I hadn't felt anything romantic for him until that day.
I don't know if it was because it had been so long since I had been touched or held by a man, but at that moment, I didn't hate it.
I didn't hate the way he looked at me with so much admiration and passion.
I didn't hate the look of love in his eyes, the same look that made me fall for him many years ago.
I didn't hate the way his heartbeat was racing just as much as mine when we hugged.
I didn't hate his playful smile when he could tell I was being affected by his presence.
But I should have.
Not because I hate him, but because our past came to an end a long time ago.
My heart is supposed to be beating for someone else, not for him.
