Day five: undoing our love - pt 3

2019, March 28th

The walls were filled end to end with paintings of little events, moments they had shared. There was one from the first time he’d asked her to dance. It captured everything, down to every last little detail. The way he bowed, the dress she wore, the way her hair was put up. There was one of her getting out of the car as he waited for her on the streets of Caines, one of her in the red dress he had picked for the restaurant. She knew for a fact she hadn’t looked that good that night.

There were many different ones: of her taking his hand and opening up his fist when he got angry at the bellboy Ren, of him throwing her over his shoulder, of her in the wedding dress when she was still in the boutique trying it on, of him kissing her cheek on the day of the press conference, of Zoey asleep in bed next to him, of him kneeling before her at the duchess’ welcome as he gave her his mother’s ring, of her kneeling with him after the fight, of their first real kiss on a corn