The Marriage Contract

THE NEW STUDIO

The week after the divorce was final, I reopened my studio.

Not the old studio. A new one. Smaller. Brighter. A space that was mine in a way the old one had never been.

Lena helped me pick the location. Julian helped me design the layout. Vanessa helped me paint the walls—butter yellow, warm and welcoming, nothing like the cool grays of the old place.

"It's beautiful," Vanessa said, stepping back to admire her work.

"It's different."

"Different is good."

I looked around. The new studio was nothing like the old one. Fewer rooms. More windows. A workroom that opened onto a small garden where I could grow flowers for my clients.

"You're crying," Vanessa said.

"I'm not crying."

"You're crying."

I wiped my eyes. "I'm happy."

"That's allowed, you know." She put her arm around me. "You're allowed to be happy."

I leaned my head on her shoulder.

"I'm still figuring that out," I said.

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The first client came the next week.

A young woman, nervous, her hands shaking as she held up a photo of the dress she'd been dreaming about since she was a girl.

"I know it's silly," she said. "But I've wanted this my whole life."

"It's not silly." I took the photo from her. "It's the most important dress you'll ever wear."

She looked at me. Her eyes were wide.

"Will it be okay?"

"Of course it will." I smiled. "I'll make sure of it."

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Julian came by at the end of the day.

The studio was quiet. The sun was setting through the windows, painting the walls gold.

"First client?" he asked.

"First client."

"How did it feel?"

"Terrifying. Wonderful." I leaned against my desk. "Like coming home."

Julian crossed the room. Put his arms around me.

"I'm proud of you," he said.

"For what?"

"For starting over. For not giving up." He kissed my forehead. "For becoming who you were always meant to be."

I closed my eyes.

"I had help," I said.

"I know." He pulled back. "That's what love is. Helping each other become who we're supposed to be."

I looked at him. At the man who had been at my side for three years. Who had waited. Who had believed in me when I didn't believe in myself.

"I love you," I said.

"I know."

"I'm going to keep saying it until you believe me."

Julian smiled.

"I believe you," he said. "I've believed you for a long time."