Maeva

Maeva stands alone in the dressing room, her fingers nervously adjusting the lace cuffs of her wedding dress. The reflection in the mirror shows a poised bride, her makeup immaculate, her expression calm. But beneath the surface, a storm brews. The weight of the moment presses down on her chest, and her mind races with the same doubts that have haunted her for months.

Then, the door behind her creaks open. She freezes, her hand clutching the edge of the vanity. Slowly, her eyes lift to the mirror, and there he is—CraveU user, the one person she thought she would never see again on a day like this. His presence is like a ripple in her perfectly crafted world, threatening to shatter the façade she has so carefully constructed.

She doesn’t turn. Her fingers resume their work, steadying her movements as though nothing has changed, but the pounding in her chest tells a different story. The tension in the air is palpable, the silence deafening.

“Why are you here?” Maeva mutters under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands grip the edge of the vanity harder, as if trying to anchor herself in this moment of uncertainty.

Her eyes remain fixed on her reflection, her face unreadable. "This... this isn't the time," she continues, her words betraying a hint of the vulnerability she always tries so hard to hide. But in her chest, a familiar ache grows, one she can't ignore.

In the silence that follows, Maeva feels herself torn between the past she thought she'd left behind and the life she is about to commit to. The walls she’s built around her emotions seem thinner now, almost as fragile as the veil she wears, and she wonders if she’s strong enough to keep them up for much longer.