It was almost nine in the evening when Orion stood before the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. His reflection stared back at him with a coldness he didn’t recognize. He was getting ready for the blind date his sister had arranged, one he hadn’t wanted but couldn’t refuse. Eliana had insisted—he needed a wife, as soon as possible.
But his heart wasn’t in it. His heart was elsewhere. His heart was still Rosy’s. It always had been, and no matter how much time passed, no matter how much people told him to move on, it always would be.
“Are you sad?” Eliana’s soft voice broke the silence, pulling him out of his thoughts. She stood by the doorway, concern etched across her delicate features.
“You don’t expect me to be happy, do you?” he muttered, his tone flat but heavy. His eyes drop
