This Time, She Walked Away First
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Soft piano music drifted through the air.
At the end of the floral arch, Andrew stood still, watching Nicole glide toward him in white, her gown rippling with each step. She lifted the hem slightly, moving with practiced grace.
This should've been emotional. Instead, all he felt was an eerie calm.
Then, out of nowhere, a different image flickered in his mind—Lena, in a wedding dress, running toward him, eyes shining with love.
"Andrew."
"Andrew!"