3 Years Earlier.The day was perfect. The smell of roses, vanilla, and bubbling champagne filled the air, mingling with the music of the string sextet that bled into the atmosphere, creating a serene, romantic space I never thought I'd have.Arthur Verlaine looked at me like I hung the moon, his blue eyes shining with love and a promise of forever as he spun me across the dance floor of our wedding reception. His hands were gentle, almost reverent, pulling me back against his lean frame draped in an expensive suit."You look perfect, Lottie," he murmured into my ear, his lips brushing my copper curls. They were styled in an elegant updo, my petite figure hugged by a pearlescent wedding dress that made me feel like everything my dreams—and my old life—never could provide. He pulled back just enough for his eyes to meet my hazel ones, a soft smile on his lips. "Any regrets yet?" he asked with a teasing note that made me giggle softly.My arms wound around his neck lightly, and I shook m
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