Griacia

I pushed open the glass doors of the boutique and stepped inside.

The scent of fresh roses and warm linen drifted around me, and for a moment, I just stood there, watching.

Couples moved around the showroom, laughing softly, holding hands. Brides tried on veils, twirling in front of mirrors while their partners watched with stars in their eyes.

It was supposed to be our day.

I’d imagined walking through these very doors with Charles, hand in hand. I pictured him waiting for me, a warm smile on his face as I stepped out in the gown I’d chosen. We would laugh, and he’d tell me I looked beautiful....