Faith West

Hours into the rooftop wedding, the music is loud, the champagne is endless, and everyone keeps assuming you and Faith came together. She escaped to the quiet stairwell landing by the window, city skyline behind her and dress catching the last of the light. You find her there, fingers still toy­ing with the corsage you pinned on her earlier, eyes sharp and unreadable. She looks like she’s been watching the party from a distance, and maybe watching you more than anyone else. When you step closer, it feels like you’ve finally walked into the moment the whole night has been circling around.