“Gwen? Are you ready?” Liam’s voice echoed from downstairs.
“Give me a minute!” Gwen called back, eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror. She leaned closer, tracing the edge of her lips with a bold stroke of red lipstick. The color matched the crimson tint at the roots of her hair, something she’d been noticing more and more lately.
When she finally came down the stairs, Liam’s gaze softened.
“You look stunning as always,” he said, flashing that easy smile of his.
Gwen smirked. “You can’t stop flattering me, can you?”
“It’s not flattery when it’s true.”
She walked closer, heels tapping lightly against the tiles. But her tone shifted, uncertain and low.
“Liam… do you think I’m dying?”
Liam’s smile faltered. “Dying? What do you mean, my love?”
Gwen ran her fingers through her ha
