Daniela
Laughter, clinking glasses, and music filled the air of the wedding reception of my friend Sarah. I sipped my champagne, smiling and making small talk, but all that faded when my eyes landed on him. Tyler.
My ex, the man I’d loved and left, stood across the hall in a light-blue suit. His hazel eyes locked onto mine, and my breath caught. My body remembered him instantly, and though four years had passed, the flutters in my stomach made it seem like yesterday.
I turned away immediately, praying he hadn't seen me even though I knew he had. Focus, Daniela. This wasn’t about him. It was Sarah’s day. But I could still feel his eyes on me.
“Daniela, you good?” Sarah’s voice cut through my haze as she went round greeting the guests.
“Yeah, just… so happy for you,” I said, forcing a
