Phoenix breezed into the lounge. The wedding was about to start any minute now. Reggie was going to escort her to the church. Agnes and Jared had already made their way ahead.
The church wasn't crowded. Even though Agnes recognized a few faces, many were strangers to her. They were people she had seen maybe once at a dinner with her godfather but never really got to know.
Agnes spotted Naylor and Nate right away. They were seated at the front row, on opposite sides of the aisle. Grabbing Jared's hand, Agnes hurried over.
When Naylor turned and saw Agnes, he stood up and waved energetically, "Agnes, over here!" Naylor's voice boomed across the church, his movements exaggerated. Agnes and Jared instantly drew the attention of many in the church. People seated in the front row turned around to look in Agnes's direction.
But upon recognizing a certain individual, Agnes froze in her tracks. She had never thought she would encounter him again in her lifetime, let alone at such an event. It felt as if she were nailed to the floor, her gaze locked and unable to shift away.
Was it five or six years? The details were fuzzy for Agnes. Yet, she remembered clearly. She hadn't even dreamt of him in all these years. It was as if he had been successfully erased from her life. Everything about him seemed like a story from a past life, and their relationship like a tale from someone else's book.
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