Michaella, a gifted writer, finds herself haunted by the memories of a love that slipped through her fingers. As she pens down her heartache and cherished moments with Gabrielle, an architect whose charm and warmth once made her world brighter, she...
The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. The excitement of the day stirred me from sleep before my alarm even had a chance. It was my cousin's wedding day—a day we'd all been eagerly anticipating. The house was already alive with the sounds of family chatter and laughter, the kind that only a big event like this could bring.
I slipped out of bed, the cool floor grounding me in the present moment as I made my way to the window. I pulled the curtains back, letting the sunlight flood in. My heart swelled with happiness for my cousin. He was more like a brother to me, and seeing him so close to starting this new chapter in his life filled me with both joy and a twinge of envy. What would it be like to have someone by your side, someone you were ready to spend the rest of your life with?
I brushed away the thought as I grabbed my robe and headed downstairs. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity—my mother and aunts were already preparing breakfast, while my younger cousins darted around, their excitement barely contained. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filled the air, wrapping me in a comforting sense of home.
"Good morning, sweetheart," my mom greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, barely pausing in her flurry of activity.
"Morning, Mom," I replied, reaching for a cup of coffee. "Anything I can help with?"
"Just be ready on time," she said with a wink, her eyes twinkling with the same excitement I felt.
I smiled and took a sip of my coffee, letting the warmth seep through me. Today wasn't about me; it was about celebrating love, family, and the start of something beautiful. I pushed away the lingering melancholy that threatened to creep in and focused on the joy that surrounded me.
With a deep breath, I went to get ready and padded over to the wardrobe, where my dress hung in all its elegant simplicity. I ran my fingers over the fabric, a soft smile tugging at my lips. It was a beautiful dress, perfect for the occasion—a soft, fitted dress in white. It was understated, yet classy, just the way I liked it.
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I took my time getting ready, savouring these quiet moments before the chaos of the day fully unfolded. The shower was warm and soothing, helping to melt away any lingering tension. As I stood before the mirror, carefully applying my makeup, I couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed in the past year.
There was a time when I imagined myself in the bride's place, walking down the aisle toward someone who looked at me the way my cousin looked at his soon-to-be wife. But life had a way of throwing curveballs, and here I was, alone, getting ready for someone else's big day.
I pushed the thought aside as I focused on finishing my makeup, keeping it natural and elegant. A touch of mascara to highlight my eyes, a hint of blush on my cheeks, and a soft, rosy lip color. Perfect. I smiled at my reflection, feeling a surge of confidence. Today wasn't about me—it was about family, love, and celebration.
