My Lovely Soul

The hall shimmered with golden lights, as though the universe itself had chosen to bless Olivia’s night. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above, delicate music floated in the air, and hundreds of eyes turned toward her, the woman of the evening. It was meant to be the start of eternity tonight. As Olivia moved through the crowd, her heart racing with anticipation, her satin gown swept across the marble floor. As she gripped the little bouquet of white roses, which are representations of purity, love, and fulfilled promises, her fingers shook a little. She was greeted with admiring smiles from each guest, and rumors circulated after her: "She is fortunate to have him." "They are the perfect pair. "A happy ending at last." A hopeful smile curved her lips. After several years Tonight, her fiancé Daniel would formally declare their love for one another. The man she had put all of her trust and heart into was going to use a ring to seal their doom. But fate had its own cruel sense of humor. As Olivia stepped behind the stage, searching for Daniel, her smile froze. Her lungs clenched painfully, the music faded, and the world around her became blurry. Because Daniel was standing there, only a few paces away. Another woman was in his grasp. Lydia, her best friend, wasn't just any woman. Olivia's breath caught. Hoping she was having hallucinations, she blinked. However, As if Daniel had been waiting for this moment his entire life, his lips were on Lydia's, hungry and desperate. Lydia held on to him.With equal ferocity, he whispered something against her lips and she giggled softly. The bouquet fell out of Olivia's grasp, leaving the roses all over the shiny floor. Her soul cracked. “Daniel?” The private silence was broken like a thunderclap by her trembling voice. The two offenders' faces were flushed as they jerked apart. Daniel faltered as he spoke, and Lydia's eyes widened in a mocking shock. "This isn't—" O-Oliva "Not what it appears to be?" Olivia's laugh sounded sharp and hollow, as if it had come from someone else. "On the night you're meant to make me a lifelong promise, you're kissing her. Daniel, tell me what I should look for. The corridor was abruptly no longer private as the door behind her creaked. Gasps echoed through the air as guests peered in, And whispers became scandalous murmurs in a matter of seconds. "They were caught by Olivia?" "Her best friend and her fiancé? On the evening of their engagement? "What a disgrace!" Olivia's face flushed, but it was from anger rather than shame. Her chest felt like it was being carved by knives due to betrayal. Lydia dared to speak up, her voice sweet and syrupy. "Please don't misunderstand, Olivia. We didn't intend to— "It wasn't intended to?"Olivia's eyes blazed with rage as she snapped. "You were meant to be Lydia, my sister. Instead of taking everything away from me, you were meant to stand by my side. Olivia flinched away from Daniel's attempt to grasp her hand as if it would burn her. "Listen, Olivia, you are still loved." This was merely an error— "A mistake that you made again How many times? The weight of reality finally broke her voice. Daniel, was it all a lie? Each and every word? All the promises? He parted his lips, but nothing came out. Due to the fact that lies have boundaries. Truths don't. Even though Olivia's knees started to weaken, she resisted giving up. Not in this place. Not in their presence. Her heels clicked like war drums on the marble floor as she turned and left without saying another word. Like the Red Sea, the guests dispersed, with some smirking and others feeling pity, all eager to engage in gossip. It was like walking barefoot across broken glass with every step. Her cheeks were wet with tears by the time she forced her way through the opulent doors and into the chilly night air. She couldn't even recall when she had begun Weeping. She clutched her chest as if to keep her heart together as she stumbled down the street, the city lights blurring through her vision. Behind her, the golden chandeliers, the music, and the laughter all vanished into the night. In a single night, she had lost everything. Her affection. Her closest companion. Her honor. Her faith. Her soul was gnawed at by the echo of betrayal, which threatened to completely shatter it. Olivia. The deep, odd voice snapped her back to reality. She turned suddenly, startled, and noticed a tall figure leaning against a sleek black car parked by the curb. He had a commanding presence, as though he was in charge of the night itself.His sharp features—cold eyes, a sculpted jawline, lips pressed in an unreadable line—were framed by the streetlight's glow. He gave her a look that was different from sympathy. Something that, in spite of her brokenness, straightened her spine. "Who are you?" Defensive, her voice trembled. With his coat blowing in the wind, the man took a step closer. "A person who just witnessed your escape from hell." She gasped. His eyes were sharp, almost mean, but there was a glimmer of recognition in them. Her pain, not her face. Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat and said, "I don't know what you want." "But tonight, I don't feel like hanging out with strangers." "Well," he said, responding with ease. "Because I don't engage in small talk." However, you ought to be aware of one thing. "What?" she inquired cautiously. His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned closer, sending a chill through her broken spirit. "Don't waste your tears on people who didn't deserve your soul in the first place." In stunned silence, Olivia blinked. Without waiting for her answer, the stranger slid into his car, leaving only the reverberation of his words and the faint smell of power. Her whole world was reduced to ashes as she stood motionless on the sidewalk, her bouquet crushed at her feet. Nevertheless, something flickered inside her for the first time that evening—not hope, but defiance. She may have a broken heart. Her confidence may be destroyed. However, her soul would continue to be beautiful. That couldn't be taken away.