Taylor
Work was my happy place. Sad but true. I liked making people happy. watching brides find their perfect dress and seeing their faces light up was one of my favourite things. It stoked the romantic in me. because those people had found their happily ever after. And it gave me hope that one day I would find mine. Not that it was going to plan so far. Sure, I dated. I'd even had a few disastrous relationships, but nothing had ever come close to what the ladies that paraded through the shop had found.
I hadn't found my one.
But that didn’t mean I was going to give up looking.
For what seemed like the hundredth time since I had found the note on the bedside table, I found myself staring at it. There was no denying that I was slightly obsessed with reading it. but it made my heart swe
