NEXT, Amelia lowered the phone slowly onto the vanity, her fingers lingering on it for a brief moment before she pulled her hand away. A faint smile curved her lips— small, restrained, but undeniably there. Her heart still beat a little faster, her chest warm in a way it hadn’t been in days.
Charles.
Her boyfriend… no— her fiancé.
The word settled softly in her mind, carrying with it a sense of reassurance she desperately needed. He loved her. He had said it again, and this time, she chose to hold on to it. Yes, he had flaws. He misbehaved at times, careless, dismissive, absent when he shouldn’t be. But who didn’t have flaws? Which man was perfect, truly?
She exhaled slowly, as though releasing the tension she had been carrying all week.
At least Charles apologized. At least he called
