Chapter 40

chapter from someone else's life.

I couldn't help but remember the day we took those photos. I had been so nervous, every tiny detail feeling like it mattered so much. The photographer kept directing me, and none of the shots seemed right.

"Miss Angela, relax your shoulders."

"Miss Angela, tilt your head just a little higher."

"Miss Angela, smile a bit wider."

......

I couldn't figure out why it was so hard. It was just a pretend wedding, after all-just an act. But despite knowing that, I was completely on edge.

I didn't even realize how tense I was until I felt Sean's hand gently wrap around mine, his voice soft in my ear.

"Don't be nervous, Mrs. Shaw."

And then, unexpectedly, his lips brushed against my earlobe, the lightest, teasing bite.

In that moment, everything else faded away. It wasn't much, but it was something real. A small, intimate touch that broke through the formality of it all.

And somehow, the photographer caught it-our first real moment together, captured forever in that shot.