Six days before the wedding...
There's a growing emotional confusion between Sabrina and Brace in the week leading up to the wedding. They’re still living apart, but their hearts are slowly entangling in ways neither expected.
Late evening at Sabrina's small yet pristine house.
The wedding invitations sat on the kitchen table, a perfect stack of cream-colored cards lay sealed with gold foil. Sabrina stared at them as she absentmindedly stirred a pot of soup on the stove, the scent of garlic and rosemary filling the air. She hadn’t touched her food. Hadn’t eaten much since the rooftop party.
Her phone buzzed again.
Brace: Did you eat tonight?
Brace: I know you forget when you're stressed.
Brace: Don't make me send Tom with takeout again.
A reluctant smile tugged at her lips. She typ
