The liaison from the wedding planning company pushed the binder across the table, her smile stiff at the edges.

「Ms. Cox, there are a few small details we'd like to reconfirm with you.」

I flipped to the floral arrangement page. My fingers stopped.

The white camellias we'd agreed on had been crossed out in red pen, a new flower written beside them.

Blue hydrangeas.

「Who changed this?」

Lisa Brennan clutched her pen, her voice barely above a murmur.

「Mr. Harding's assistant called last night. He said all white flowers were to be removed from the venue, especially the white camellias.」

I looked up at her.

「Why?」

She glanced toward the door, clearly hoping someone else would walk in and explain.

「The assistant said Ms. Gill has been having emotional breakdowns when she sees white flowers lately. Mr. Harding was worried it would affect the atmosphere at the wedding, so he asked us to swap them out at the last minute.」

I stared at the design sheet. Something about it struck me as almost funny.

The wedding was mine. The flowers were ones Katherine didn't like. So they had to go.

Even my mother had to step aside for her heartbreak.

The conference room door opened.

Chester walked in carrying a hot latte.

He set the coffee in front of me, casual as anything.

「No sugar. Your stomach's been off, so don't drink anything cold.」

He finished the sentence before noticing the design sheet spread open on the table.

His gaze landed on the blue hydrangea column. He didn't look away. He just sat down beside me and explained in a low voice.

「Katherine cried for a long time last night. She said white flowers remind her of the day she got dumped.」

「Sonia, it's just the bouquet. Everything else about the wedding, I kept exactly the way you wanted.」

I looked at the coffee.

Chester didn't forget my preferences.

But every one of those little things he remembered weighed nothing the moment Katherine said she was upset.

「Do you know why I chose white camellias?」

I asked it quietly.

Chester faltered, visibly caught off guard.

He opened his mouth, hesitated, then tried.

「Because they're simple? You've never liked anything too flashy.」

I lost the desire to hear any more.

White camellias were my mother's favorite flower.

Before she passed, I sat beside her hospital bed peeling an apple. She stroked my hair and told me that when I got married someday, I shouldn't pick roses for my bouquet. Too many thorns. White camellias would be perfect.

I had told Chester that story exactly once.

That night, squeezed together on the narrow bed in our tiny rental, he held me and swore he'd remember it for the rest of his life.

Turns out "the rest of his life" had a shelf life of six years.

「Chester, did I come at a bad time?」

Katherine stood in the doorway in a pale white dress, her eyes reddened to just the right degree.

She held a paper bag in one hand, the hem of a bridesmaid's dress peeking out of the top.

She stepped inside, and the moment her gaze landed on the design sheet, she bit her lip.

「Sonia, I'm so sorry. I had no idea Chester would actually have them changed. I was just so upset last night, and it slipped out that I couldn't stand the sight of white flowers.」

Chester got up and went to her, his voice going soft.

「You don't need to apologize. Nobody blames you.」

Katherine tugged lightly at his sleeve.

「Maybe we should just change them back. I can handle it. It's Sonia's wedding, after all. I don't want her to be unhappy because of me.」

I watched her fingers curled around Chester's cuff.

Her nails were painted a pale blue, the exact same shade as the replacement bouquet.

Chester turned back to me, his eyes carrying a mixture of helplessness and a silent plea.

「Sonia, Katherine already feels terrible. Don't make this harder for her.」

Before I could speak, Naomi Gill pushed through the door.

She had been waiting outside all along. The second she saw an opening, she walked straight to my side and patted my hand with practiced warmth.

「Sonia, a wedding is a happy occasion. Don't let a little thing like flowers ruin the harmony. Katherine has always been sensitive, and Chester's caught in the middle. You're a sensible girl. Just be a little more understanding.」

Sensible. There it was again.

I lowered my gaze and closed the binder.

「Fine. Change them.」

Chester let out a breath of relief and came over, reaching for my hand.

「I knew you wouldn't put me in a difficult position.」

I sidestepped him, picked up my bag, and stood.

「You can finalize the rest of the arrangements without me.」

He frowned.

「Sonia, where are you going?」

「Home.」

I glanced at the crossed-out white camellias one last time.

「I'm tired.」

Katherine's voice came from behind me, small and fragile.

「Is Sonia still upset with me?」

Chester looked at me instinctively, something conciliatory in his eyes.

If this had been before, I would have explained. I would have said I wasn't upset with her, just a little sad.

But now I only smiled.

「No.」

I pushed the door open and walked out.

Behind me, Katherine's muffled crying filtered through, threaded with Chester's hushed voice coaxing her.

He was saying:

「She didn't mean it like that. She's just been under a lot of pressure lately. Pre-wedding jitters, that's all.」

I kept walking without slowing down, a hollow ache where part of my heart used to be.

So even my sadness had to be repackaged, translated into the stress of a girl who wasn't sensible enough.

Back home, I opened the bottom drawer of the study desk. Inside sat a battered tin box.

Beneath the lid lay a yellowed pawn ticket.

I took it out. The edges were soft and frayed from how many times I'd held it.

Six years ago, Chester's first startup collapsed.

His partner had emptied the company accounts and vanished. Creditors showed up at our apartment door, pounding harder with every knock.

Chester sat on the floor, his back against the bed frame, cigarette ash dusting his lap.

He didn't say a single word that day.

I didn't ask.

I took my mother's gold bracelet and walked to the pawnshop on the corner.

While the owner weighed it on his small scale, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

It wasn't worth much, really. My mother had saved for years to buy it when she was young. On the inside of the band, the character for my name was engraved in tiny script.

My hand shook so badly I could barely sign the slip.

That night I gave Chester the money. He pulled me into his arms, his whole body trembling.

「Sonia, I'll get it back. I promise.」

「I'll never let you suffer like this again.」

His eyes were so red they barely looked like his.

But he'd long since forgotten any of it.

The front door clicked open.

Chester walked in carrying two cake boxes.

He spotted me sitting at the dining table in the dark and paused, then came over and pressed his palm to my forehead.

「Why are all the lights off? You look awful. Is your stomach acting up again?」

His hand was warm against my skin, and the familiarity of it blurred something inside me for a second.

He slid one of the cake boxes toward me.

「Half-sugar mousse, your favorite. The other one's the milk cake Katherine likes. She barely ate anything today.」

I looked at the two boxes.

The milk cake was the largest size, the packaging tied with a pretty ribbon.

My mousse was small.

A sharp cramp twisted through my stomach and I doubled over, pressing both hands to my abdomen.

Chester frowned immediately, pulled the first-aid kit over to find antacids, then went to the kitchen for warm water.

「Did you skip meals again? I've told you, no matter how busy wedding prep gets, you have to eat.」

He held the pill to my lips. His tone was scolding, but his hands were gentle.

「Take this first. I'll make you some noodles.」

The sound of water boiling drifted from the kitchen.

He took off his suit jacket, rolled his shirtsleeves to the elbow, and started chopping vegetables.

A long time ago, when we lived in that tiny studio apartment, he used to make noodles for me just like this. He always cracked an extra egg into the bowl and promised that once he made it big, he'd take me somewhere nice to eat every single day.

Watching his back, I felt something in my chest soften for a moment.

Maybe that's just how pathetic people are.

No. Maybe that's just how pathetic I am.

Numb from all the hurt, and still, the second he turned around and offered the smallest scrap of warmth, I'd remember the way things used to be.

His phone cut through that warmth like a blade.

Chester glanced at the caller ID. The knife in his hand went still.

Katherine.

He answered, his voice dropping soft on instinct.

「What's wrong?」

Katherine's voice came through the speaker, trembling and tearful.

「Chester, the power just went out at my house. Mom and Dad aren't home. I'm all alone and I'm really scared.」

Chester looked at me.

I was still holding the glass of warm water. The pill hadn't gone down yet.

He was silent for a few seconds, then turned off the stove.

「I'll come check on you.」

I swallowed the pill. It left a bitter trail down my throat.

「So the noodles are off?」

He picked up his jacket, walked over, and smoothed his hand over my hair.

「Just boil yourself some noodles. It only takes a minute. Katherine's been afraid of the dark since she was little. I can't just ignore her.」

I looked up at him.

「What if she's scared on our wedding day too?」

Chester's brow creased.

「Sonia, don't use the wedding to pick a fight.」

「I'm not picking a fight.」

「Katherine isn't a stranger.」

He seemed to realize, a beat too late, that the words had come out wrong. He crouched down and took my hands, his voice evening out.

「Sonia, Uncle Ulysses Gill and Aunt Naomi raised me like their own son. When things were at their worst, Katherine was the one who gave up college so I could have the tuition and every chance she would've had. That kind of debt is too heavy to measure. Without them, there is no me. I know this isn't fair to you, but you're stronger than she is. You always have been.」

I looked at the guilt buried deep in his eyes and asked quietly.

「So everything you owe the Gills, I'm the one who has to pay it back for you?」

Chester visibly froze.

After a moment, he tried again to smooth things over.

「It's not about paying anything back. Sonia, I just need you to understand where I'm coming from.」

「After the wedding, I'll take you to Greece for the honeymoon. You've always wanted to see those white houses by the sea, right?」

「I won't think about anything else. It'll just be you and me.」

His gaze was earnest.

A month ago, that probably would have been enough.

Now I just stared back at him, hollow.

「Chester, it's always later with you.」

His throat bobbed. He was about to explain.

Katherine's voice came through the phone again, choked with tears.

「Chester……」

Chester closed his eyes. Then he let go of my hands.

「We'll talk when I get back.」

The door shut quietly behind him.

I sat there for a long time before I got up and walked to the kitchen.

The water in the pot had boiled and gone cold again.

I threw the mousse into the trash, plastic fork and all.

The night before the wedding, I put my passport and bank cards into my suitcase.

The document folder held my overseas employment confirmation letter, flight details, and a full list of every contract I'd handled for Harding Tech over the past six years.

On top of everything sat the original pawn receipt.

The only thing left in the room was the wedding dress, still hanging on its rack.

A message from Duke Gomez came through.

【Flight's at nine tomorrow morning. Driver will be downstairs at six-thirty. The statement and handover documents are ready. Are you sure you want to go?】

I stared at the screen for a long time before I replied.

【Hold on.】

The moment I sent those two words, even I thought they were pathetic.

It wasn't that I couldn't bear to leave.

I just wanted to give Chester one last chance. And to give the version of myself who'd once believed he would come back one final answer.

At ten-thirty that night, he still wasn't home.

Katherine's Instagram updated first.

In the video, the lights were bright. No power outage whatsoever.

She was wearing a birthday hat, sitting in front of a cake, and Chester stood behind her, leaning down to light the candles.

Someone was egging them on.

「Katherine, make a wish! Wish for Chester to stay with you forever.」

Katherine looked up at Chester with tears glistening in her eyes, smiling.

「I'm not greedy. I just want him not to leave me.」

Chester didn't pull away.

He just handed her the cake knife and said quietly, "Stop being silly."

I watched that video, and a strange calm settled over me.

So the so-called heartbreak, the so-called fear of the dark and the power outage, had all turned into a loud, crowded birthday party.

I dialed Chester's number.

It rang for a long time before he picked up.

The other end was noisy. Music, and Katherine's laughter.

「Sonia, why are you still up?」

His voice carried a thin coat of fake exhaustion.

「Are you coming home tonight?」

「Katherine just calmed down. Everyone's here. I'll be back later.」

「How much later?」

Chester sighed, his voice dropping low.

「Sonia, the wedding's tomorrow. Don't start this tonight. Get some sleep. I'll be there on time, I promise.」

My grip tightened around the phone.

「Chester, if I told you right now that I'm hurting, would you come home?」

A few seconds of silence on the other end.

In those seconds, the only sound I heard was my own breathing.

Then Katherine's voice cut in.

「Chester, we're cutting the cake! Come on!」

He answered quickly.

「Sonia, I know you feel wronged, but Katherine's really not doing well today. Uncle Ulysses and Aunt Naomi are both here. I can't just leave.」

「You've always been the sensible one. Don't put me in a difficult position.」

I closed my eyes.

That sentence shattered the last thing I'd been holding onto.

「What if I said I don't want to get married anymore?」

Chester's tone went cold.

「Sonia Cox, a wedding is not a game.」

「The invitations have been sent. The guests are here. The press is covering it. You waited six years for me. You're not going to humiliate me on the last day.」

「I'll be there on time tomorrow. Isn't that enough?」

A small laugh escaped me.

So in his mind, showing up to his own wedding on time was the greatest gift he could offer me.

「Chester, have you always assumed that as long as you were willing to come back, I'd be standing in the same spot waiting?」

He went quiet for a moment, then softened his voice.

「Sonia, I know you're upset right now. After the wedding tomorrow, I'll make it up to you. Okay?」

I didn't answer.

On his end, someone was calling him over to cut the cake again.

He seemed to be getting impatient.

「Don't use the wedding to threaten me.」

I opened my eyes.

My face reflected in the window. Pale. No tears.

「Fine.」

I hung up and sent Duke Gomez a message.

【Let's go.】

Then I opened the camera on my old phone.

In the frame, I stood in a plain white shirt, the wedding dress hanging behind me.

I stared into the lens for a long time before I spoke.

「Chester, I gave you one last chance.」

「Not to choose me.」

「To believe that I would actually leave.」

I paused, then placed the ring I'd never gotten to wear on the vanity.

「This time, you wait.」

「I don't love you anymore. And I mean it.」