ANMELDENROSELYN’S POV
"Trisha, get the emergency cart and call Dr. Robert!" Susan immediately stood up as one of the room numbers lit up on the wall beside her. Grabbing a stethoscope, she ran toward the room before I could get a glimpse of the number.
"On it!" Trisha responded, unlocking the emergency cart and following Susan.
"Everyone, please return to your designated rooms. I repeat, everyone, please return to your designated rooms," Lynzel, one of the
NATHAN’S POVI have been waiting for this day ever since she left my life.Beneath me, the water flows gently, its shimmering surface reflecting the sky. We chose to keep this wedding intimate, inviting only our closest friends and family because we wanted this day to remain solemn and private—our most treasured moment together.While the music continued, I watched her take steps, getting closer and closer to me.I was naïve before, too much of a coward to understand my own feelings, to see who I truly loved.She entered my life without warning, turning my carefully built world upside down. The first time I saw her in the bookstore aisle, the moment she beat me at my own game—I knew she was different.But that night on the cliff, when she saw right through my confusion and said what I couldn’t, something in me knew. I knew I loved her. And I knew that she was the one I wanted to see walking down
ROSELYN’S POVThe weather was exceptionally captivating today. The sun shone brightly, but the clouds drifting across the blue sky provided the perfect shade, while the cool sea breeze carried a fresh, salty scent through the air.Seated inside a beautifully made brown tent, my palms sweated uncontrollably, and my heart pounded at an unusual pace. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as Beatrice styled my hair while her assistant, Laila, carefully applied my makeup. Both had been recommended by Lyn, who swore by their expertise—her stunning bridal look at her wedding was proof enough.I adored Beatrice’s work.She curled my hair, weaving a small braid along the crown of my head before decorating it with delicate, vibrant flowers—a style she called Pile on the Flowers.Meanwhile, Laila created a soft ombré eyeshadow on my lids, blending into a natural gradient, while my lips were painted a
ROSELYN’S POV"After so many years, it's finally happening!" I laughed out loud at Auntie Clarisse's excited comment from where Nate and I sat.Our families had gathered to celebrate the official start of our engagement. We decided to keep it private, holding the event at a high-end, all-you-can-eat European buffet."Our efforts were not in vain after all," my uncle said as he and Nate's parents walked toward our table, prompting me to rise from my seat."I have to thank you for that, Uncle Peter. I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for you." I placed the plate he was holding onto our table and embraced him warmly before sitting down again."What we did wasn’t right, baby, but we’re glad that the path it led you both down has given you the happiness you deserve." Uncle Peter smiled brightly as he pulled out the chair to my left and took a seat.His words melted my heart because he was rig
ROSELYN’S POV"Aaghh!" I groggily shouted as I grabbed my phone, its alarm blaring loudly on my bedside table. I opened it, only to be blinded by the sudden brightness of the screen. Squinting, I realised with horror that my alarm had been on snooze, and it was already five o’clock in the morning.I shot up from bed, rushed to take a shower, and quickly changed into plain white skinny jeans before slipping on my black three-quarter-sleeved uniform. Tying my hair into a ponytail, I reached for my name pin, about to place it on the left side of my uniform, when my phone rang.I bit my lower lip nervously as I saw the caller. Athan. I glanced at the wall clock—six o’clock. I was dead. Athan hated latecomers, and I was very late. Squeezing my eyes shut, I braced myself and placed the phone to my right ear, ready for a scolding.“It’s already six in the morning, Rosie! We still need to prepare at the venue.
ROSELYN’S POVDressed in an off-shoulder, long-sleeved white gown flowing to the floor, adorned with glittering beads along the hem and the waistline, Olivia looked majestic. Her hair was styled into a rose bun, and she sat on a high gold chair in front of the mirror while her stylist perfected the placement of her veil.Today was her wedding day. I had contemplated whether to attend, given that we were not particularly close and our past was not as colourful as others might think. However, the fact that she reached out and sent me an invitation told me that I should go.And now, seeing her lips curve into a generous smile in the mirror as her eyes met my reflection, I knew I had made the right choice."You look magnificent," I said, walking closer and taking a seat on the nearby chair so we could talk more comfortably while she was being styled."Thank you for coming," she said sincerely, reaching out to hold my hand and giv
As I stepped into the restaurant’s kitchen, my co-workers eyed me with teasing smiles, their gazes filled with mischief.Confused, I followed their line of sight and was utterly shocked to find a bouquet of flowers resting on my workstation. The arrangement was a beautiful mix of various blooms, and what surprised me even more was that Athan wasn’t yelling at anyone to remove it—despite the fact that flowers had no place in the kitchen.“Someone must’ve snuck that in when you walked through the door. He probably thought it was a new ingredient,” Athan commented, barely glancing up from his work.“Well, it is an ingredient—an ingredient to nourish my loving heart,” I replied with a smirk as I picked up the bouquet, my fingers searching for a note. The words on the small card sent a wave of warmth through me, bringing an unconscious smile to my lips:A single flower cannot amount to how much you mean







