As I sat in the garden, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the lawn, I felt a weight pressing down on my chest. The past few weeks in London had been eye-opening in ways I never expected. While Luke and I had thrown ourselves into the work of establishing Moonlight Press, something had shifted between us. The shared dream that once seemed to unite us now felt like a chasm growing wider by the day.
I heard the crunch of gravel and looked up to see Jane approaching. Her brow furrowed with concern as she took in my dejected posture.
"Bella? What's wrong?" she asked, settling beside me on the bench.
I sighed, feeling tears prick at my eyes. "Oh, Jane. I... I don't think I can marry Luke."
Jane's eyes widened in shock. "What? But I thought things were going so well with Moon
