When the lights flickered on, Atlas was at the farthest corner in the room, offering me a sheepish grin that did not reach his eyes.

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time — I was counting — and returned to work.

Mendez arrived with more coffee and we continued adjusting the designs.

“Ma’am! The flower girl dresses are ready,” A designer chirped and my breath hitched at one of the dresses.

It wasn’t just the dress, it was the size, it was the gaping hole in my chest that ached when I recalled her.

My little Elara. I still couldn’t believe she was so far away. Atlas assured me...