LyraIf someone had told me I would stand here one day, wearing white, about to promise my life to someone I once forgot, I wouldn’t have believed them.Not because I didn’t believe in love…but because I knew what it felt like to lose it.And yet…here I am.I stared at my reflection, my fingers lightly touching the edge of my dress, smoothing nothing just to have something to do. The ring on my finger caught the light, and for a second, my chest tightened.This was real.“You’re doing it again.”Mirae’s voice came from behind me. I met her eyes in the mirror, she was leaning against the door, arms crossed, already dressed, already watching me like she knew exactly what was going on in my head.“What now?” I asked softly.“That look,” she said. “Like you’re about to run.”I let out a quiet breath. “I’m not running.”She pushed herself off the door and walked closer, stopping beside me.“Good,” she said. “Because I already wore heels for this. I’m not wasting it.”That made me smile. I
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