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...
Michaella watched Damien drive away, feeling the warmth of his last kiss linger on her lips. She took a steadying breath and opened her door, balancing the shopping bags on her arm as she slipped inside her cozy entryway. The soft glow of early evening sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows that hinted at the festivities to come.
With just under two hours to prepare, she moved quickly upstairs, setting her bags on the edge of her bed. She opened one to retrieve the sleek black YSL dress, her fingers brushing the fabric as she hung it carefully on the wardrobe door. The dress was elegant, timeless, and she couldn't wait to see Damien's reaction when he saw her in it.
The bathroom lights flickered on, illuminating her reflection. She took a moment to stare at herself, recalling Marian's earlier words: "You look different... you're glowing." It was true, she realized. Damien brought out a spark in her, one that maybe she hadn't felt in a long time.
She ran a warm bath and added a few drops of her favourite lavender oil, letting the fragrance fill the room. As she slipped into the warm water, she closed her eyes, thinking about the moment Damien had stood up for her at lunch. Though she hadn't agreed with the way he handled it, she knew his intentions came from a place of care and protectiveness. She appreciated his gesture, even if it was a bit intense.
After a few peaceful minutes, Michaella dried off and wrapped herself in a robe, settling down at her vanity to begin her makeup. The look she chose was classic: a super black eyeliner, a hint of shimmer on her cheekbones, and a bold, deep red lipstick—a timeless pairing with her black dress. As she styled her hair into loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders, she found herself smiling, excitement fluttering in her chest.
Time seemed to fly, and before she knew it, she was stepping into her dress, feeling the soft material hug her figure in all the right ways. She buckled on the simple, black heels she'd chosen, admiring how they complemented the dress perfectly without drawing attention away from its simplicity. Her black mini Lady Dior bag was the last touch.
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Just as she fastened her bracelet, a gentle knock came from the front door. Michaella's heart raced. She took one last look in the mirror, drawing in a deep, steadying breath. Then, with a soft smile, she opened the door to find Damien standing there, looking effortlessly handsome in a charcoal-gray suit, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance.
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