Irreplaceable Rose
I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy.
One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer.
It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing.
My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging.
"I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly.
His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight.
"I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."
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