Una said she’d been struck by a sudden inspiration and had gone off to a small mountain village in Quamk, hoping to discover the beauty of traditional costumes and use it in her future designs.
Nora sat curled on the sofa, phone in hand. She called Una, asking why she hadn’t picked up.
Una replied that she’d just landed and would call back once she was settled in.
Nora told her to stay safe.
After that, no more messages came from Una.
Nora stared down at her phone, her fingers tightening around it, lost in thought.
Daniel sat beside her, gently taking her cool hand in his. His voice was slow and low. “Where has Una gone?”
Nora snapped out of her daze, a resigned, bittersweet smile touching her lips. “She went to Quamk.”
“Quamk?”
“Yeah, she said she wanted to find inspiration in traditional clothing, to improve her skills as a designer.”
Daniel’s grip tightened a little. He studied Nora’s pale, delicate features—her eyes were calm and unreadable.
“I see. Still, she should’ve messaged you before she left. Made you worry for nothing.”
“As long as she’s alright, that’s all that matters.”
She gently slipped her hand from Daniel’s grasp, her emotions cooling.
Daniel sighed, helpless. He glanced toward the wedding dress hanging by the floor-to-ceiling window—a dress Una had insisted on examining, and which still hadn’t been put away.
The beautiful gown hung there, empty and forlorn.
A housekeeper came to ask Daniel if he’d be staying for dinner.
Daniel looked over at Nora.
She smiled lightly. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Sure.”
Daniel found himself captivated by her smile, too dazzled to notice the coldness in her eyes.
After dinner, Daniel wanted to stay the night.
Nora refused.
She walked him to his car and said goodbye.
Daniel drove away, dejected.
Once his car disappeared down the street, Nora’s expression turned cold under the glow of the streetlamp.

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