Colin's POV
Mia?
The name lingered on my tongue, heavy with a thousand unspoken questions. I watched her face freeze in shock, her eyes wide and searching as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with unspoken history and unresolved feelings.
She looked different, yet achingly familiar. The soft waves of her chestnut hair framed her face in a way that made it impossible to look away. Her dress was simple, elegant—light blue silk that hugged her figure just enough to make my chest tighten. Her eyes, those same soulful eyes I remembered, scanned the room like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
I could still taste the ghost of our last kiss.
Her lips were trembling, not from cold, but from everything unspoken
