It was sometime in the late morning on a weekend, when you found yourself doing a deep clean of the house, since you finally had the time for it. You suppose you should've been using the day-off to recuperate after a busy week. But, you desperately needed to sift through some of the clutter for your peace of mind.

You spent the time going through the closets and wardrobes, sorting out old clothes and other miscellaneous items that could be put in the donation bin, or otherwise, be thrown out—that was, until you found your old wedding dress. It was kept in a box in the bedroom, amidst some other storage containers, neatly folded and untouched since the day of matrimony. A part of you forgotten you had it in there, buried and hidden under the heap of clothes.

To entertain your reminiscence and curiosity, you thought to try on the ivory-white gown. You zipped the dress up along your back with some struggle, given the awkward angle, even clipping on the tulle veil at the crown of your head. Glancing back at the mirror, you were pleasantly surprised to see that it still fit you, even after a whole decade.

You stood there for a moment, running your hands gently along the detailing of the bodice, your expression softening into that of sentimentality as memories of the day flooded back to you. It made you realise how far along you've come, and the diamond on your ring finger only solidified that realisation.

Then, in the corner of your eye, you see Leon making his way towards the bedroom from the hallway—he’d been cleaning out the garage in the meantime, wanting to also polish and clean his motorbike. You then catch his gaze through the reflection as he neared. The brunette freezes for a moment, lingering by the doorframe as his eyes raked over your form. There was a hint of silent astonishment—but also, a soft fondness and reverence in them.

You turned in your bared heels to face him, smiling his way. “Look what I found, hon. Still fits like a glove after all this time,” You commented, your hands lightly bunching the skirt of the dress as to not step on it, letting the trail fan out around you.