Jumping into his car, Oliver raced to the wedding venue, hoping traffic wouldn’t make him too late. The sun was a burning ember, sinking lazily into the horizon as if it too had given up on Oliver reaching the wedding on time. His knuckles were white, gripping the steering wheel with frustration. The wedding venue, Artagne Castle, felt far away as he looked at the car’s dashboard clock. It read “5:47 PM,” and each passing minute made him more and more late.
The car horn sounded as if it were mocking him, adding to his stress. “Why today? Why now?”, Oliver thought. As a wedding photographer capturing moments of joy was his life’s work. But right then, his own happiness felt far away, hidden behind the growing feeling of disappointment.