Chapter 100

• The weeks rolled on, each day blending into the next like the muted colors of a forgotten painting. Charlotte had thrown herself into her work, taking on new clients and crafting intricate jewelry pieces that showcased her talent. The studio buzzed with creativity, filled with gemstones glittering under the soft light and the rhythmic sound of tools working metal. Yet, for all the beauty surrounding her, she felt an undeniable void, akin to a missing piece in a puzzle.
• Every time she bent over her desk, absorbed in her designs, her mind would drift away, evoking memories of Damien’s easy smile and the way he had looked at her beneath the dim light of her doorway. She often caught herself wondering how he was doing—if his hectic wedding plans were turning into something tangible and beautiful or just another source of stress.
• Her days blurred into a cycle of meetings and sketches, punctuated by tender moments spent with Leo, who was growing up faster than she could keep track of. But the excitement she usually felt about creating jewelry felt dulled, overshadowed by the thought of Damien. She knew she was being foolish, but avoiding thoughts of him had become an arduous task. She could almost feel his gaze, the spark of those cerulean eyes, and it left her restless during the quiet evenings.