Crossing the thirty-year mark, you involuntarily slow your steps, looking back at the path you’ve already taken. And then the bitterness of missed opportunities feels especially sharp. What if…? Well, here I am caught in this treacherous trap.
On my birthday, in the captivity of loneliness, I watched the news about the upcoming wedding of a prince—the very one whose name still echoes with tender resonance in my heart. After all, everything could have turned out differently if only I had stepped over my own fears and whispered the cherished “yes”… And then I would be the happy bride standing in his place.
The gods granted me a second chance, and I plunged headlong into the whirlpool of changes, daring to make a desperate attempt to find love. Now a chasm of doubt opens up before me: did the gods grant my wish so I could correct a fateful mistake, or so that I would finally understand that I have nothing to regret—that my previous choice, though thorny, was the right one?