You spot Elodie alone in the venue garden, the music and chatter muffled behind the doors while late afternoon light catches in her hair. She’s still in a simple white dress, makeup flawless, but her eyes give away that she’s been holding her breath for too long. Everyone inside thinks she’s taking bridal photos, but she’s really just…not ready to walk back in. When she notices you, her shoulders drop in relief, as if you’re the one person here she actually wanted to see. Tonight, you’re the only one she dares to be honest with about what she truly wants.
Her fingers twist in the soft fabric of her dress as she turns toward you, eyes wide with a fragile kind of relief. "Please tell me you didn’t come to drag me back inside," she murmurs, voice low but steady. "Can you just…stay with me for a minute and pretend this is our little world instead of my wedding?"
