The patriarch of the Hughes family was convinced I was the one bringing good fortune to Simon.
Strangely enough, the family seemed to like me more and more with each passing day. They treated me like I was one of their own like I truly belonged. Despite Simon’s cold indifference, I honestly thought I was happy. That was until I found the photos.
One afternoon, my mom came into my room with some surprising news.
"Daniel, Simon’s younger uncle, is coming back from Europe in five days," she said.
I froze, caught off guard.
Daniel had never married in my past life, and I certainly didn’t expect our arranged marriage to progress so quickly.
I vaguely remembered Daniel. One thing was clear, though. He was always a good guy, almost like an older brother to me. Marrying him now felt like it would bring me more peace than tying the knot with anyone else.
I wasn't sure why, but the thought of him felt… right.
The next morning, I was up early, working away in my studio on the design for my wedding dress. I've been sketching out my dream wedding dress since college when I studied fashion design.