David
A week had passed since that night, and though life had settled into a tentative rhythm, the lingering tension between Laura and me remained palpable, hanging in the air like an unspoken truce as we prepared for Michael and Skylar’s wedding.
The wedding was a spectacle of excess—an orchestration of polished perfection that could only belong to Skylar’s vision of grandeur. Yet, as I walked into the hall, all I could focus on was Laura.
Cindy had outdone herself with the dress—a bold, fitted gown in emerald green that hugged Laura’s figure in all the right places. The neckline was daring, with just enough skin to drive every man in the room insane.
Inwardly, I cursed Cindy with all my might.
Why? Why would she choose that dress? Wasn’t it her job to make Laura look elegant, not l
