Aria’s POV People say the right person comes into your life when you least expect it, when you’re not searching, not praying desperately, not bleeding loudly anymore. They say it happens quietly, almost softly, like a door opening without a sound. And maybe...just maybe that person is Ethan. I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, my fingers smoothing over the fabric of my dress for the fifth time. It was short, armless, and daring in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to be for years. The back dipped low, revealing my skin I once kept hidden out of habit, out of fear, out of obligation to a title I no longer carried. My hair fell in loose curls around my shoulders, soft and intentional. My reflection stared back at me, confidently, nervously, and glowing all at once. "Sexy." The word felt new on my tongue. After two years, I could finally dress the way I wanted. Not as someone’s wife. Not as someone’s girlfriend. Not as an extension of another person’s expectatio
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