The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

it, which somehow felt more intimate.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because after a war, even a victorious country has ruins.”

I wanted to say I was fine.

Instead, I said, “I don’t know who I am without the war.”

Julian’s eyes softened.

“Then don’t decide yet.”

Below us, the city kept moving.

In the ballroom behind us, workers arranged black calla lilies along the aisle continue reading …