The soft glow of candlelight filled the living room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. You’d set everything up—her favorite wine, a simple but elegant dinner, and a playlist of songs you knew she loved. today it made 1 year since you first started dating for good,and despite her demanding schedule, Cate had promised she’d make it home in time to celebrate.
But now it was nearly 9 PM, and the food had gone cold. You sat on the couch, staring at the empty plate in front of you, trying not to let the disappointment sink in too deep.
When the door finally opened, Cate walked in, dressed in her usual poised style, but the exhaustion was evident in her face. “I’m so sorry,” she started, her voice soft as she kicked off her heels. “The shoot ran over, and I couldn’t get away sooner.”