Chapter 10
That day, I was adjusting a bride’s wedding dress measurements when Caspian sat in his Maybach
outside.
The ash crumbled between his fingers as his eyes locked onto mine.
Caspian’s face lit up with the joy of finding something precious he’d lost.
He strode into the shop and grabbed my arm when he saw me trying to escape.
“Lovi… it’s really you?”
“Do you have any fucking idea how much I’ve missed you? How much I regret everything? I fucked up. If I had just trusted you, if I had just–God, if I had just been a little less of a bastard, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up like this. Thank God you’re alive–I still have a chance to make things right-”
“Caspian,” I cut him off. “You really think we can go back to what we were?”
The coldness in my eyes wounded him deeply.
His hand trembled as he released my arm. Something seemed to occur to him, and he urgently checked my wrist.
“Lovi, after you left, I found your depression diagnosis. The depression–are you… are you any better
now?”
I had been diagnosed three years ago.
The scars on my wrists weren’t just courtesy of Caspian and his mistresses–some I’d inflicted myself.
But those days were gone.
Eamon and I built this shop from the ground up, pouring ourselves into every gown.
Watching brides smile in my designs, seeing them twirl in the mirrors, giddy with love–all of this gradually healed me.
My depression had been completely cured a year ago. Eamon had even introduced me to a specialist who performed scar removal surgery.
The Loviisa of today had emerged from her chrysalis like a butterfly.
I no longer dwelled on the past but lived in the present.
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No matter how much he apologized, how much regres bed fragh him–Iwas done
He could see it in my eyes. He let go, backing away like he had just list me all over again.
Then, before he left, he met my gaze one last time, his eyes hardened with determination.
“Loviisa, I’m not giving up. I swear I’ll make you fall in love with me again.”
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