The most anticipated day was finally here, yet the morning felt unreal. The room buzzed with stylists, makeup artists, photographers adjusting their lenses, and assistants moving around with bouquets and fabric.

White.

Everything was white. White curtains, white roses, white dress.

Tessa stared at herself in the mirror, her fingers lightly brushing the delicate lace on her shoulder.

Her wedding day.

Her lips curved shyly at her reflection. She hadn't seen Tyler since that flirty chat, but she told herself it was normal; he was probably busy with wedding preparations, knowing how stressful and chaotic they could be.

Then her mind remembered the kiss. Her heart fluttered, her cheeks warmed...