~Joanna
The morning of Sandra’s wedding was breathtaking, almost unreal in its beauty. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, golden and soft, as though the day itself wanted to celebrate. I stretched in bed, feeling the light tickle my skin. For the first time in a while, the weight on my chest from last night seemed to have lifted.
Adrian’s words and his presence were distant now, like a fading dream I didn’t want to dwell on. Today wasn’t about the past—it was about moving forward.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Lanre’s voice startled me, low and warm, laced with a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. I turned to see him propped up on his elbow, gazing at me with a look I hadn’t seen in years.
Before I could respond, he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. The
