Karen could see the bitterness tugging at the corners of her cousin's mouth. She knew better than anyone how much he had fallen for Dorothy.

"Hey, you'll find the right one, you're still young," she said, trying to offer some comfort.

Kenneth just shook his head, "There won't be another one. I think I've lost it." Karen fell silent, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry about me," Kenneth continued, "You've got your hands full with the wedding prep. It's not a walk in the park, you know. If you need anything, just holler. I might not be a fan of your future hubby, but as long as he treats you right, that's what counts.” Tears suddenly welled up in Karen's eyes.

"I'm sorry. You've been there for me, and I couldn't..." "Sorry? For what? Maybe I'm just not good enough, huh? Some things aren't meant to be, no matter how hard you wish for them." Kenneth had run through this scenario in his mind a thousand times, knowing all too well that Dorothy's chances of saying 'yes" were slim to none.

But that's the thing about longing for something so deeply; you can't help but hope against hope that the slightest chance might just land in your lap.

Now, with his dream shattered, he had no choice but to face the music.

woke up early. She freshened

only one in the fourth project team there; the office was quiet as

as if the world was

printing thirteen sets of documents for the morning meeting, she neatly placed them on her desk. Then she washed a cloth and wiped down the office. The cleaning crew did their job, but with a long weekend ahead, she wanted everything to

back at her desk and

not a single message or video of the kids, and Kevin was MIA

not to message her, but she didn't want to pry. What if they were just busy? After all, Everett usually kept her

time for the meeting!" her assistant called, snapping

quickly nodded, gathering the documents and heading

hadn't assigned any

wrapped up and she was about to leave, Austin

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