Samuel leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the spot where Timmy had just left. The laughter his assistant left behind still echoed faintly, lingering in the air like a soft reminder of a moment that felt almost normal. A wedding date. The words sat heavily in his chest, stirring up feelings of both anticipation and fear.
The thought of marrying Zinnia was one he had carried with him, tucked away, surfacing in moments he least expected. But there were still shadows—ghosts of the past he couldn't ignore.
He let out a deep sigh and forced himself back to the present. Zinnia's laughter rang in his memory, vivid and warm. It wasn't just her smile he remembered. It was the way she had leaned in, teasing him with a playful glint in her eyes. For a brief moment, she made him forget the crushing weight of expectations.
