JENSYN
The dining hall buzzed with the clatter of cutlery and murmur of conversations about everything boring. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air with the scent of warm pastries. Sunlight poured through the tall, stone windows, casting sketches and patterns on the floor.
Willow's bridesmaids—Chloe, Abbie, and Elizabeth, were seated, their laughter rang out as they shared stories about travelling. Derek's friends, Ian and Mickey (if I wasn't mistaken), sat across from them, engaged in a banter about football. Derek's parents sat at the head of the table, exuding an air of elegance. Derek's sister and Andrea were seated too.
Linden sat across from me, his face a hint of irritation, as if he didn't want to be here. His gaze was distant, yet, he was fixated on me.
“So,” Wi
