From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487

I took a few steps farther inside, my feet sinking into the thick carpet. A strange sensation crept over me–subtle but unmistakable. It was like the room was watching me. Measuring me. Like the room itself

was rejecting me.

Almost like I didn’t belong here.

The feeling was sharp enough that I paused, forcing myself to breathe. through it. I wasn’t about to let a room intimidate me.

I turned back to Roman.

“Roman?” I said gently, extending my hand toward him. “Come.”

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then, slowly, carefully, he lifted one foot and stepped forward.

His hand closed around mine, warm and firm despite the tremor running faintly through it.

“I haven’t been in here in a long time,” he said quietly. “Never thought I would be in it again.”

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Something twisted painfully in my chest at the way he said it–not

dramatic, not angry. Just honest.

I nodded, squeezing his hand once before turning to shut the door

behind us. I wanted privacy. I wanted the rest of the manor–the staff, the doctors, the expectations–locked outside.

That’s when I saw it.

The massive picture frame mounted on the wall behind the door.

My breath left me in a sharp, startled gasp.

The woman in the photograph had blonde curly hair and very delicate features, her beauty was soft and effortless. For half a second, my mind betrayed me and supplied the wrong name.

Penelope.

But I knew instantly that it wasn’t her.

I knew because this woman wasn’t posed. She wasn’t performing. She wasn’t trying to be anything other than what she was. And most importantly, she didn’t seem like she had a stick up her ass. This

wasn’t Penny.

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This was Dahlia.

She wore a white wedding dress–elegant and timeless, the kind you

never forget once you’ve seen it. Her hair was pinned up in a classy

updo putting her slender neck on display. In her hands was a bouquet

of white roses.

Roman stood beside her in a black suit, his hair a little longer than it

was now, his expression open and unmistakably happy.

And they were kissing in what looked like a church.

This wasn’t just a photograph. This was their wedding.

My hand slipped from Roman’s as if the contact itself burned me.

I stumbled back a step, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. The room tilted, suddenly too tight, too heavy, too full of something I

hadn’t been prepared to face.

He turned immediately. “What-” Then he followed my gaze. The shift

in him was instant.

Roman went completely still.

The air changed immediately. Thickened. Pressed down on my chest

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until breathing felt like effort. His jaw tightened, the muscle jumping

once beneath his skin. His eyes didn’t soften. Didn’t flinch. But

something dark passed through them.

I stared at the photograph, my thoughts spiraling, colliding into one

another.

Why is it here? Why is it still up? Why didn’t I know about this?

I swallowed hard.

“You… kept it?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt

pathetic the moment they left my

my mouth.

Roman didn’t respond. He just stared at the picture intensely, his

hands folded by his sides.

The silence stretched, brittle and sharp.

I took another step back, my skin prickling with awareness. This room

wasn’t just his. It belonged to someone else too.

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