Dressed impeccably in a suit that seemed to have been tailored just for him, he stood like a prince from some long-forgotten fairy tale.
Beside him stood Tessa, clad in a wedding dress.
Seeing them together felt like the weight of a thousand stones crushing my chest.
The moment Elliot saw me, his face twisted with contempt. “What are you doing here?”
I froze for a second before forcing a bitter smile. “You're right. I shouldn’t have come to disturb you.”
I turned to leave, but just as I did, Tessa burst into tears.
“Leah, are you blaming me?” she sobbed.
“I just wanted to experience what it felt like to marry Elliot.”
“Even if it’s fake... even if it lasts only a day, I could die with no regrets.”
Elliot rushed to her side, holding her tightly. His voice shook with distress.
“Tessa, don’t say that. You have to live; you have to live well.”
Tessa buried herself in his embrace, her tear-filled eyes meeting mine.
"Leah, can I be Elliot’s bride today?" she asked, her voice trembling.
I barely looked at her as I replied, "You can. You can be his bride every day from now on."
"I’ve broken up with Elliot. You two can get married."