Erased Vows
The Grey Group gala was in full swing, celebrating the expansion we’d pushed forward in Greece those cliffside hotels I’d walked through with Nita, her notes sharp and her smile brighter than the Mediterranean sun.
Tonight, though, she was a shadow, slipping through the crowd with a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I stood by Clarisse, my fiancée, her red dress bold against the room’s glow, her hand light on my arm as we greeted board members and investors. But my eyes kept finding Nita, her emerald dress catching the light like the sea we’d swum in, and something in my chest tightened every time she looked away.
Clarisse’s laugh rang out, polished and perfect, as she charmed an inves
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