THE SILENT FEAR
1500 Words
Elsa moved around the hall with purpose, supervising the ushers just as her mother had instructed. It was finally time to eat, and the once perfectly arranged trays of pastries and dishes were now being lifted from the serving tables by ushers in matching uniforms. They spread out across the vast, glittering reception hall, placing plates of food, pastries, and chilled drinks in front of guests seated at round tables draped in ivory linen.
The atmosphere shifted into something warm and indulgent—clattering cutlery, soft laughter, and delighted murmurs filled the room like a soft melody. Everywhere Elsa turned, people were taking appreciative bites of her mother’s pastries with the kind of expression that made pride swell so fiercely in her chest she could barely keep it contained.
She didn’t waste a moment. With every opportunity she got, she leaned in with a bright smile and whispered, as though sharing a precious secret, “My mom baked it.”
The reactions were always the same—wide smiles, raised brows, impressed nods. Some guests asked for her mother’s contact, and Elsa eagerly gave it out, scribbling numbers on napkins, reading them aloud, even typing them into phones with quick, excited fingers.
She was handing out another contact when she froze.
The event planner was staring directly at her.
Elsa’s heart plummeted. Oh no. She wasn’t supposed to promote anything here. She wasn’t supposed to talk to guests about business.What if she embarrassed her mother or-?
But then the event planner smiled—a soft, understanding smile—and gave her a small nod. A gentle tilt of the head that said, It’s okay. Go on.
Relief flooded Elsa so fast her knees almost weakened. She wanted to smile back, but she forced herself to keep moving, to blend into the flow of work around her, pretending nothing had happened.
Soon, the mood in the hall shifted again—music softened, phones came out for pictures, and guests stood from their seats. It was time for the couple to leave.
Daniel and Emmy stood at the center of the hall, glowing—truly glowing—as everyone gathered around them. Emmy’s laughter rang like silver bells, light and contagious. Daniel held her hand with a tenderness so deep it made strangers smile. Guests cheered and clapped; mothers wiped tears; friends shouted blessings. The newly wedded couple waved, bowed playfully, hugged family members, and soaked in every second.
Joy became something tangible—warm, shimmering, alive.
Elsa watched with a soft smile… until her attention was pulled somewhere else.
She saw him.
The man from earlier. The one she had bumped into. Now standing right beside the groom, relaxed, familiar, effortlessly handsome—as though the spotlight had been carved for him.
Wait… he’s the best man?
Her eyes widened. If he was Daniel’s best man, then he must be famous too—someone important. Someone known. Someone far above her little world of bakeries and careful dreams.
And then, as though her stare tugged at him, he looked up.
Their eyes met.
Everything paused.
Elsa felt it—like a soft punch to her chest, warm and strange and beautifully terrifying. His expression shifted, the edges of his smile melting into something unreadable. Recognition… curiosity… something deeper than either of them understood.
The world around them blurred—noise fading, lights dimming, time stalling.
But the moment shattered instantly.
Because she saw him.
Her stomach dropped. Her skin went ice-cold.
The man she never wished to see again.
The man from years ago.
The man who slowed down her dreams—who broke something in her that had never fully healed.
The perpetrator.
He stood across the room laughing with a group of men, unaware of the storm of terror he had awakened the moment her eyes landed on him.
He hadn’t seen her.
But she saw him—and that was enough.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her breaths turned sharp, shallow. Her fingers trembled violently. The hall shrank around her, the air thick and suffocating. Voices faded into muffled echoes. Her vision tunneled to nothing but his face—the face that had haunted her nightmares, her fears, her silence.
Her past had walked right back into the room.
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PRINCE ADAMS
Daniel and Emmy were still waving at everyone when they slipped into the convoy, laughing softly to themselves. All that remained was for me to get in, start the car, and drive them to the hotel where they would spend their wedding night. Everything was ready—suite, champagne, rose petals. I had made sure nothing would ruin their first night.
But I… I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
The woman standing frozen near the entrance. The woman whose presence tugged at me like an invisible hand.
She looked… innocent. Pure. Soft in a way that wrapped tightly around something inside my chest. I didn’t know her—but I couldn’t look away. Her aura held something fragile, something bruised yet graceful. Something that made a man want to step closer and shield her from whatever shadows followed her.
But then her expression changed.
She looked like she had seen a ghost.
Her eyes widened. Her lips parted. The color drained from her face all at once. She wasn’t startled—she was terrified. Terrified in a way only someone being confronted with their past could ever be.
I followed her gaze. A group of men talking and laughing. None of them looked dangerous. But one of them—whoever he was—had shattered her entire composure.
Had someone hurt her? Had they insulted her? Who was she?
I didn’t recall the event planner mentioning another assistant, yet here she was—shaking, shrinking, losing air.
“Prince!”
Daniel’s voice snapped through my thoughts.
“Unless you plan for us to sleep here, get in!”
I rolled my eyes. “Relax. Some of us have eyes to look around, unlike you.”
He laughed. Emmy kicked off her heels and sighed dramatically. “I’m tired. I need my bed. Like… right now.”
Daniel and I exchanged a knowing smirk. If only she knew sleep was the last thing that would happen tonight.
But when I turned back toward the lady—
She looked like she was about to collapse.
Before I even realized it, I rushed to her. My hands gripped her shoulders gently.
“Hey—hey, are you okay?”
She nodded slowly. Too slowly. A lie. Her breath shook. Her hands trembled.
“Who did you come with?” I pressed. “Your mom? A friend? Where are they?”
Tears instantly filled her eyes. And for the first time, she pulled away from me—not out of shyness, but fear.As if I, too, were something she needed to run from.
“I’m… I’m fine,” she whispered.
She wasn’t. Her body said otherwise—shaking so hard it looked painful.
I made a decision I didn’t think through.
I took her hand.
“You’re coming with me.”
She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. She was too shaken to process anything.
Daniel and Emmy stared at me with identical Have you lost your mind? faces, but I ignored them. I placed her gently in the front seat.
I started the car. She hugged herself tightly, shivering even though the AC wasn’t cold. I turned it off immediately.
Silence. Thick and fragile.
Then Emmy leaned forward, voice soft as silk.
“Sweetheart… are you okay?”
The woman forced a tiny smile. “Congratulations to you, ma’am.”
Daniel tried to be polite. He reached out, touching her shoulder lightly.
What happened next—I will never forget.
She jerked violently, almost flying out of the seat. Her breath hitched. Her body began trembling uncontrollably—wild, involuntary, heartbreaking.
“Whoa—hey, miss, it’s okay. You’re safe,” Daniel said quickly. “Just breathe, okay? Breathe.”
“Prince!!” Emmy’s voice cracked in panic. “Stop the car! Daniel needs to sit in front. She should come to the back with me!”
I hit the brakes. Hard.
They switched seats—Daniel in front, Elsa in the back with Emmy. I didn’t dare look at Daniel. I could practically feel him thinking:
Prince Adams… you pulled me away from my bride on my wedding night. I should be kissing her, not sitting here like your co-driver.
Yes. I was dead.
But Emmy didn’t care about any of that. Her focus was entirely on the trembling woman leaning into her.
“What’s your name?” Emmy asked gently.
The woman swallowed. “E… Elsa.”
“Elsa,” Emmy repeated softly, pulling her close, placing Elsa’s head on her shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe. You’re with us, alright? Just breathe.”
Elsa clung to her like a drowning soul clings to air—eyes closed, body shaking.
Elsa.
So that was her name.
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