FREYA'S POV
Though I couldn't deny the lingering memory of Marshall's intense gaze or the way his presence had once stirred something profound within me, I knew that I had to give Paul a fair chance. He deserved that much. And truth be told, Paul did make me happy in his own way. His laughter was infectious, and his gestures of affection never failed to bring a smile to my face. The way he would playfully tease me, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, was a constant reminder that there was joy to be found in the simplicity of moments shared.
We spent evenings together, the world around us fading into insignificance as we delved into our pasts, weaving stories that unveiled the layers of our souls. Paul's eyes would light up when he spoke about his passions, each word painting a
