And most importantly, I could feel that Logan loved me.
After three years together, he proposed with unwavering certainty.
I thought our love was about to bloom into something beautiful. Nevertheless, just when everything seemed perfect, reality struck me like a crushing blow.
Leah plopped down beside me and pulled a perfume bottle from her handbag, handing it to me.
“This is a wedding gift for you. This scent is really sophisticated. I’ve been using it for almost eight years now and never switched.”
She smiled, her eyes crinkling slightly.
I had to admit, she carried herself with grace and had a naturally likable personality. Even the wedding gift was prepared for me, not Logan.
I accepted it and thanked her.
Then, she took out her phone and added my number to her contacts.
