I couldn’t help but marvel at Lydia’s honeymoon pictures, scrolling through them with an odd mix of admiration and envy. That place in Italy they had gone to—it kept slipping my mind—looked absolutely breathtaking. The rolling vineyards, the crystal-clear waters, the sun-drenched streets lined with quaint cafés… It was the kind of setting that felt almost unreal, like something out of a dream. But what unnerved me the most wasn’t the picturesque landscape or the undeniable romance of it all. It was her.
Lydia was radiant. Practically glowing.
I had kind of hoped that it was just the wedding shine, something that would fade once the big day was over. But no. She still had that look—the unmistakable aura of someone who had found something truly extraordinary. It wasn’t just happiness; it w
