60 MEMORIES

*FLASHBACK* KAREN'S POV I sat alone in the soft glow of my room, the light casting an ethereal aura around me. The walls, adorned with strings of delicate white flowers and soft drapery, seemed to embrace me in a cocoon of serenity. Today was the day I had been painting in my dreams since I met this man. The day I would marry Max. My wedding gown, a masterpiece of silk and lace, hung like a promise on the armoire. It whispered tales of love and commitment, every stitch a testament to the journey that brought me here. I touched the fabric, feeling the weight of the moment, the sheer beauty of its craft that mirrored the complexity and depth of my relationship with Max. I sat at the antique vanity, a family heirloom passed down through generations, its surface a mosaic of my past and future. The mirror reflected back a woman in the prime of her joy, my eyes shimmering pools of anticipation. A smile played on my lips, a silent melody of happiness as I began to read