Karina:

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the layers of tulle that cascaded around me. The dress was beautiful—delicate lace embroidery along the bodice, a soft off-the-shoulder neckline—but something was missing. I sighed, turning to Michael, who was lounging on the plush ivory couch, his arms draped over the back like he had all the time in the world. He’d been watching me try on dresses for the past hour, and while I expected him to look bored, he seemed… ...