Chapter 18

The room, once filled with tension and the echoes of our heated argument now seemed to hold its breath. The weight of our disagreement lingered in the air.

My wedding dress was still draped elegantly around me, like a delicate veil.

I turned away from Sterling towards the mirror. I decided to look at myself once more since I would be taking off the dress soon. Delicately, I gently touched the lace of the dress on me.

I lifted my gaze from the dress and looked up at the mirror, but I caught Sterling staring at me.

Our eyes locked on the mirror. And neither of us broke the eye contact.

As our eyes met, I saw a myriad of emotions swirling in the depths of his gaze. The flicker of anger had dimmed, giving way to a mixture of regret, longing, and a hint of vulnerability. His lips, once tightly pursed, now carried a trace of softness, as if he yearned to reach out to me.

In that fleeting connection, I caught a glimpse of the complexities buried beneath the facade of our arranged engag