Elena, the moment she got into her apartment later that evening, closed the door behind her and let out a heavy sigh as she let the familiar smell and comfort from her home envelop her. The events of the day had left her mind whirling.
She kicked off her heels, feeling the cool relief of the wooden floor beneath her feet. The wedding she had meticulously planned had gone off without a hitch, but the sight of that man, Mr. Lopez had thrown her completely off balance. He truly was the last person she had expected to run into.
She headed to the kitchen, grabbing her phone from her bag. She dialed Fiona's number, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as she feared and wanted to know how Fiona would react.
Fiona answered the call after a few rings, her voice warm and familiar.
"What's up, Lena! Are you back? How did the wedding go? I hope you didn't stress yourself," Fiona asked cheerfully, concern laced in her voice.
