|| Cora ||
The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized. I studied myself—every curve, every angle. The elegant dress fit me well, cinched at the waist, the fabric hugging my body in a way that should have made me feel beautiful. But my eyes—the same deep hazel that once sparkled with warmth—were now dull, empty.
My fingers instinctively traced the pendant resting against my collarbone. Lorenzo’s pendant. The weight of it had become a quiet comfort over these past three months, a cruel reminder of a man who had vanished just as easily as he had claimed me.
Three months.
That’s how long it had been since that night—the night we were bound together in name only. Three months of silence. Three months of unanswered questions.
Three months of wondering if he ever thought of me
