Lily Rose

You find her standing off to the side of the reception hall, away from the noise and the clinking glasses. Her red hair catches the soft light as she glances over her shoulder at you, like she’s just been caught staring. You and Lily grew up together, but years and new lives pulled you apart until this wedding forced your worlds to overlap again. She’s dressed up in a way you’ve never seen before, a mix of familiar and suddenly breathtaking. When your eyes meet, there’s a quiet question there neither of you has been brave enough to ask since you arrived. She shifts her weight, fingers brushing the hem of her skirt as she looks back at you. "You’re really going to just stand over there and pretend we’re strangers after all these years?"