LOGINCarlos sat on the sofa with a sheet of notebook paper in one hand and his cell phone in the other. He was looking at places and things we needed for the rehearsal dinner plan."Okay... today is April 3rd," Carlos said thoughtfully, "and the wedding rehearsal dinner is on Friday, April 17th, so we can have the official ceremony on Saturday the 18th, right?""Yes," I said as I walked to the other end of the sofa."So... do we have the guest list of important people yet?""All the investors and suppliers for my company, yes," I replied immediately.Carlos tapped the paper with the back of his pen.“Investors and suppliers… too many business faces…”I sat at the other end of the sofa, as far away from him as possible, smoothing the edge of the sofa cushion. “They’re not just business faces. They’re
The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft but persistent, as if reminding me that the outside world kept moving on. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the weight of the previous night, but also something different: a spark, faint but undeniable.I got out of bed, my body stiff, but my mind clearer than it had been in weeks. The silence of the apartment no longer felt suffocating; it felt like a blank canvas. For the first time, I didn't see emptiness, I saw possibility.I went to the window and let the sunlight caress my face. I placed my trembling hand on the glass, and although the pain was still there, I no longer saw it as a curse. It was a reminder of survival, of battles fought and won. My hands might never be the same again, but my spirit wasn't broken. I was still Sofia, and I still had something to offer.Memories of my father's pride returned, not like daggers, but like fuel. He had believed in me when I was just a girl with sketches and dreams, and I owed it to hi
The crying left me exhausted, as if each sob ripped away a piece of strength I no longer possessed. I sat on the floor, surrounded by empty boxes ready for disposal, my breath ragged and my eyes burning. The silence of the apartment was absolute, and in that silence, the memories began to surface, one after another, relentlessly.I thought about the last few weeks since my father died: the sleepless nights, the plans that seemed to crumble the moment I tried to make them, the promises I made that I wasn't sure I could keep. I remembered the last time I'd had a simple conversation, the last time anything about my life had been bearable, before the night I learned my father had died and I had to plan his funeral.I saw myself back in the office, working late, convinced that saving the company was the most important thing, and planning a marriage of convenience. I saw myself arguing with Kathe, laughing with Mia, accepting Sebastian's help even
The phone kept vibrating in my hand, as if it wanted to scream what I couldn't. Sebastian leaned forward slightly, trying to see the screen, but I turned it toward me, shielding it. Kathe frowned, Mia bit her lip.The message was brief, almost cruel in its simplicity:"The reservation has been released. If you wish to keep the date, you must confirm payment before tomorrow."The clock on the wall read 2 PM. Somehow, we had slept in and spent the rest of the morning arranging everything. For a second, my mind shifted, and I turned to see what we had done. Even if it was a small victory, we had managed to tidy up the place that, from now on, would be my home, or at least a refuge.The silence was broken. Kathe was the first to react. "We don't have time for arguments. Either you fix this now, or we lose it."Mia slumped in her chair, exaggerating a sigh. “Drama, clocks, payme
“We need to talk,” I said firmly, arms crossed, standing in the middle of the room. “Something’s wrong…”Mia groaned, still half asleep on the sofa. “Can’t we finish unpacking before another drama starts?”Sebastian looked at me intently, almost challengingly. “What happened?”I hesitated, clutching my phone. The words were heavy, but I had to say them. “The payment for the wedding venue… was declined.”Silence filled the room. Kathe’s eyes widened, Mia straightened up, and Sebastian clenched his jaw.“Declined?” Kathe repeated sharply. “You mean canceled?”“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “It just… wasn’t processed. But that means we don’t have the reservation anymore. At least not until I sort it out.”Mia threw her hands up in despair. “Well, perfect. We survived the move, the wine hangovers, and the pizza breakfasts, only to be crushed by a bank notification.”Sebastian approached, his voice calm but firm. “Then we’ll fix it. Today. No excuses.”The argument erupted from the
I woke up with a stiff neck, as if I hadn't slept well. As soon as I moved, a wave of nausea and a slight headache washed over me, along with memories of the previous night. Laughter, conversation, half-opening boxes, and simply continuing to eat and drink as if we were teenagers again. The room was dim; the curtains only let in a faint glow of morning light.It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't lying on the floor or propped up on a box. I was sprawled on the sofa, my head resting on Sebastian's chest. His arm was wrapped gently around me, heavy but protective, as if even in sleep he hadn't let go.For a second, I froze, unsure whether to move. His breathing was steady and calm, and I could feel his warmth in my hair. The chaos of the previous night—the laughter, the wine, the pizza—still hung in the air, but now it was softened by the tranquility of the morning.On the other side of the room, Mia was
When I woke up from that stupid dream, I felt a slightly strange weight on me. When I looked down, Sebastian's hand was on my body. He was completely passed out beside me, and it looked like he'd spent the night with me. I frowned, but his incredible face quickly distracted me. He was ridiculously
Sebastian's POVWatching Sofia fall asleep so peacefully as soon as I put her in bed stirred a cocktail of emotions in me that I couldn't quite understand. This woman had fought not only for her life, but for mine as well, without even knowing me well. I sighed, as I looked closely at her wounds; a
I approached where Sebastian and the man named "Ian" were. I approached Sebastian and the man named Ian. Sebastian placed his hand on my shoulder as he introduced me to Ian."This is Sofia," he said. "As you can see, we've just been through a rough time, and we need to find a good place to stay."I
I glanced down at my high boots and slipped the ring into my right boot, making sure no one could see it, but that I could still feel it constantly. I pulled my shoulder back and cracked it. Finally, I started walking briskly toward the door where Sebastian was supposed to be, still filled with dou







