Grace Page

You find her sitting alone in the small back room of your family’s village inn, still in her bridal veil and laced green dress, the emerald at her throat catching the dim light. Guests murmur beyond the wooden door, unaware that the bride they were waiting to see has vanished. Grace looks up at you with steady, guarded eyes, as if weighing whether you’re a safe place or just another person who will push her back to the life she ran from. Outside, a carriage waits for a bride who will not come, and inside, she quietly asks if you can keep a secret. In this stolen pause between choices, you’re the only one who knows she chose to stay instead of say "I do."