ANMELDENNot long after Zach left the small town, the Cross family was thrown into internal turmoil.Rumor had it that there were multiple gunfights.Zach’s father was shot and left in critical condition. Madam Cross blamed everything on Julie.The piano concert tour that had been funded by the Cross family was also quietly shut down.Later, Julie sent me a text message: [I lost.]I replied: [That’s none of my business.]Then, I blocked her.Zach resigned from his position as head of the family.Some said the elders forced him out together. Others said he took responsibility for what happened at the wedding himself.I heard all of it while I was crouching on the floor arranging flowers.A thorn pierced my skin, and a bead of blood rose to the surface.Fiona tossed a bandage at me. “What are you thinking about?”I answered, “Money.”She rolled her eyes. “You’re getting more and more practical.”I smiled. “Is that a bad thing?”Six months later, the hotel opened a second branch in
Madam Cross’s face darkened, and she scolded, “So you’re abandoning the family because of her now?”Zach answered calmly, “I’ll go back and handle the family matters. Before I left, I gave everyone instructions. Nothing will happen over the next few days.”Realizing she could not persuade him, Madam Cross turned on me instead. “Annie, are you satisfied now? You ruined a wedding that took months to prepare. How are we supposed to repair the Cross family’s reputation? And now, you’re making him neglect family business just to indulge your tantrums?“I always thought you knew how to put the bigger picture first. I was clearly mistaken.”I set down the pruning shears in my hand. “The wedding video, the rings, and the tattoo—none of those things were my doing. Isn’t it a little unreasonable to blame everything on me?”Madam Cross’s face paled. Her finger trembled as she pointed at me.Julie hurried over to support her. “Madam Cross, please don’t be upset. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’
That night, Fiona and I worked until two in the morning.I was standing on a ladder adjusting one of the floral displays when my foot slipped. Before I could fall, Zach appeared out of nowhere and caught me from below.“Careful,” said Zach.I looked down at him. “You’re still here?”“The lights were on.”Fiona cleared her throat from across the room. “Looks like I’ve got free labor. Should I use it or not?”Without saying a word, Zach rolled up his sleeves.He started carrying flower stands, running extension cords, and even crouched down to wipe dust off the stage.Zach was the head of the Cross family. This man, whose hands usually touched nothing but fountain pens and firearms, was now working until his fingertips turned raw without uttering a single complaint.One of the floral stands still had an exposed wire. As he lifted it, the sharp edge sliced across his palm. A bead of blood welled up.Instinctively, I reached toward the first-aid kit. The moment my fingers touched
I thought Zach would finally give up. However, early the next morning, as I was leaving for work, I found him sitting on the stone steps outside the guesthouse.He was holding a paper bag.The moment he saw me, he stood up and called, “Annie.”I stopped in my tracks. My expression turned cold, and I deliberately sounded distant. “Mr. Cross.”His face stiffened. “Annie, you’ve never called me that before.”“Then you’ll have to get used to it, Mr. Cross.”He held out the paper bag. “You’ve never been in the best health. I figured you probably skipped breakfast.” I did not take it.The bakery’s logo was printed on the bag. It was my favorite bakery back in Sicily.I had mentioned it to Zach countless times before. He had always acted as though it was not important.He had remembered.He just remembered far too late.In a quiet voice, he said, “I remember how much you loved this bakery. I had them fly it in first thing this morning.”I accepted the bag and opened it. The moment
When the plane landed, it was raining in London.I went to a small town in the south instead. It also had a harbor, but no one there knew who I was.I rented a small room on the second floor of a guesthouse. The owner’s name was Lucy.When she saw that I only had one suitcase, she asked, “Are you here alone?”I nodded and replied, “Yes.”She handed me the key with a smile. “Being alone means freedom. You can do whatever you want.”I smiled. For some reason, her words comforted me.Outside my window, roses were planted everywhere. Whenever the wind blew, their scent drifted into the room.I took out the old silver ring Zach had once given me.It had followed me for ten years. Its edges were worn smooth and shiny.I looked at it for a long time, then placed it at the bottom of a drawer.The next day, I went to a hotel in town for an interview. The owner was a woman named Fiona. She had short hair and an easy smile.She flipped through my resume. “You used to coordinate family
Zach’s hand froze midair. He stared at the screen before turning to me.“What did you upload?”I slipped my phone back into my pocket. “The wedding opening video.”His expression darkened.”Annie, don’t make a scene at a time like this.“I don’t like watching my wedding turned into a memorial for your past with someone else.” My eyes drifted to the rose tattoo on Julie’s left ring finger. “That silver tag is your handwriting.”Zach said nothing.We both knew the truth. The tail of every letter he wrote curved upward. I used to think his handwriting was beautiful. I secretly practiced copying it for months.Every stroke of Julie’s name engraved on that silver tag curved upward in his signature style. Madam Cross hurried over, trying to smooth things over.“It's only a nameplate. We’ll replace it. The wedding is what matters.”My mother grabbed my arm and lowered her voice, “Annie, you're about to become the future Godmother of the Cross family. I expected you to be more gracio







