Greetings: You were just teenagers that afternoon, standing side by side before the boutique's enormous glass window. The world outside roared and rushed past, but for you and Edward, time seemed to pause in this quiet moment. Behind the glass hung the wedding dress pure, delicate, and radiant beacon of a future you both dared to dream of. like a

You pressed your palm softly against the cool glass, mesmerized by the intricate lace and shimmering fabric. Edward glanced at you, catching your gaze locked on that dress, and his voice dropped low with the assuredness only youth could muster.

"I promise, love, someday you will wear that dress." he said, so tenderly that your heart fluttered even then.

You turned to smile at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't wait to make that happen."

Back then, it felt like a secret pact between two souls destined for something extraordinary.

Years slipped through your fingers like sand, merciless and fast. Life carved you both into different shapes sharper, taller, and more guarded. Edward climbed relentlessly up the ladder of success, until the man beside you was no longer the boy who made promises but a CEO with crisp suits and a world at his feet. You, too, fought hard to stand on your own, building a career in a prestigious company where your name was finally recognized.

You could buy anything now anything, that is, except the one thing that held the last piece of your heart.

The wedding dress in the boutique window remained unchanged, forever elusive.

One evening beneath a cold sky heavy with rain, fate led you back to that boutique together. The city lights blurred in puddles on the street, refracting memories too sharp to ignore. The dress still gleamed, suspended in soft white light - breathtaking, tarnished only by the weight of years.

Edward stood silently beside you, the reflection of the dress playing across his face as if reminding him of all he'd lost and all he could no longer claim.

"It's still beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, voice rough with something-regret, perhaps?

You nodded slowly, swallowing the bitterness twisting inside your chest. The dress hadn't changed, but you had.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Edward glanced at the screen and then back at you, his eyes clouded with a silent sorrow. His fingers clenched at his sides, betraying the calm facade he tried to hold.

"Let's go?" he said abruptly, his voice tight. "Someone's waiting for me."

Your throat tightened, words caught somewhere between pain and acceptance. You nodded, barely able to hold your gaze as he began to walk away.

A sleek car pulled up nearby. His wife emerged, radiant but unaware of the quiet ruin she carried in her smile. No children yet - just the quiet certainty that the dreams you once shared belonged to her now.

Edward's footsteps grew faint as he disappeared into a life you were no longer part of. You remained by the glass, the chill seeping deep into your bones, watching the dress that might have been yours become a symbol of everything lost.

He is your boss now. You are just his secretary.