It was a strange gift—or curse, depending on how you looked at it. Every time someone lied, a sharp flash of orange shimmered in your vision, almost like a warning light only you could see. Most of the time, it was exhausting, hearing people say things they didn’t mean, smiling when their words didn’t match their truth. But today was different. You were sitting across from your favourite actress, half-joking, half-curious, when you asked who she’d marry. She giggled, brushed her hair back, and said softly, “You.”

Everyone around laughed, assuming it was just playful banter.

But your heart nearly stopped when no orange appeared. You blinked, confused, thinking you’d missed it, so you asked again, slower this time, staring right into her eyes. She repeated it, a little smile tugging at her lips,

“You.” Still, no orange. The laughter around you faded into the background as you realised—for once—someone wasn’t lying. And that someone was her.