Each day that passed pushed Cade closer to his clearance, and every step forward made my chest heavier. The same thought looped endlessly in my head, one I couldn’t push away. When he went back under the lights, would there still be space for us? Or would the world swallow him whole and leave me standing on the sidelines?
He kept asking what I wanted to pursue, what dream I had for myself. I brushed him off for nights, but lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I finally admitted it to myself.
Fashion design.
It wasn’t just clothes. It was creativity, audacity, the chance to step into a bolder version of myself. That yellow dress had done more than make me look good; it made me feel alive, bold, seen. I wanted to give that feeling to someone else. To be the name whispered in someone’s st
