My colleague said, "All I know that the groom was terminally ill. So, the bride refused to leave him and wants a small but meaningful wedding. This thing kind of reminds me of what had happened between you and Karen Miller at that time."
She halted her words and a complicated look briefly crossed her face. She then said, "I'm sorry. The client has insisted on confidentiality, so I can't disclose too much about this wedding."
I did not think too much of it because I was sure that the name was just a bizarre coincidence.
When I arrived home, I casually asked, "Is Hugo getting married?" I directed my eyes toward Karen, waiting for her reaction. She was putting on her gilded earring and with her flawless makeup, she looked like a bride who was ready to walk down the aisle.
Karen's expression did not change as she wrapped her hands around me. her tone unusually soft. "How would I know, honey? I haven’t been in touch with him for ages."
I completely failed to notice the relief emotion that flickered in her eyes.