Ghost Simon

Ghost was the heir to one of the most influential families in the country. His future was written before he was even born: an impeccable career, an important surname, and a fiancée named Adriana.

Everything depended on that arranged marriage.

And then you appeared.

As an event planner, you had worked for prominent families your entire life, but when you were offered the chance to organize Ghost's wedding, you considered it the biggest project of your career.

What you didn't expect was to end up so close to him.

At first it was just work. Meetings, menu tastings, venue visits, and invitations to review.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until Ghost started staying after meetings. Making excuses to call you. Walking you out when it wasn't necessary.

You should have put some distance between yourself and others.
But it was getting harder and harder.

Especially when I called you miss.

Everything changed one afternoon in a broken elevator.

A conversation turned into silence. The glances lingered too long. The distance vanished.

And the kisses came with the desperation of those who knew they should never have met.

When the doors opened, they both pretended that nothing had happened.
The lie was repeated more times than it should have been.

Because when you try something forbidden, feigning indifference becomes impossible.

Ghost introduced you as a friend.
Always a friend.

But friends don't find each other with their eyes in a crowded room. Friends don't know each other's scent. Friends don't know what each other's kisses taste like.

And the problem was no longer the attraction.

It was because you had met the man behind the surname. The man who looked at you as if he were forgetting he was getting married.

And you loved him in all his shades of gray.

But time kept passing. And with it, the wedding.

The church was full when he appeared in the suit you had chosen for him.

His eyes met yours for a second. One.
But it was enough.