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Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 103: Bouquet of Memories
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Chapter 103: Bouquet of Memories
Bright lights lit up Lydia, making her glow as she moved naturally for the camera. Dressed in an elegant cream dress with subtle gold accents, her hair was swept into soft waves, perfectly framing her face. She held a sleek lipstick tube between her manicured fingers, tilting it just so to catch the light, her lips curled into a confident, alluring smile.
"Beautiful, Lydia!" the photographer called out enthusiastically. "That’s the one—hold it there, just like that!"
Lydia adjusted her posture slightly, shifting one hand to her hip while angling the lipstick closer to her face. She fixed her eyes on the camera, her stare full of confidence and focus. The sound of the camera shutter clicked rapidly, capturing every second of her poise and grace.
The studio hummed with the sounds of clicking cameras and people rushing about. Assistants darted around, adjusting props, fixing lights, and handing over touch-up kits to the makeup artist. Lydia kept her cool, carrying herself with the confidence. When the photographer gave the final nod, signaling the end of the session, Lydia relaxed her shoulders and let out a soft breath.
"Thank you, everyone," she said warmly, flashing her team a smile as she stepped down from the set.
"You were stunning as always, Miss Morgan," the stylist said, gently removing her gold earrings.
"Thank you," Lydia responded, her words warm but a bit distant.
She headed to her dressing room, stretching a little as she walked. Her waiting room felt like a little haven, complete with a soft armchair, a vanity, and a table full of magazines. Lydia sank into the armchair with a satisfied sigh, her body finally able to relax after hours of being on her feet.
She picked up her phone and lazily swiped through her messages and emails. The soft sound of the TV played in the background, showing celebrity news and light gossip. Lydia barely paid it any attention, too engrossed in her phone to register the presenter’s animated chatter.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Come in," Lydia called, her eyes still on her phone.
The door creaked open, and a massive bouquet of white lilies and pale pink roses appeared in the doorway, so large it almost blocked the person holding it.
"Special delivery for Lydia Morgan?" came a familiar voice from behind the flowers.
Lydia glanced up, her brows furrowing for a moment before recognition lit up her face. She laughed softly, setting her phone aside as Cedric stepped into the room, his face peeking out from behind the bouquet.
"Cedric," she said with a fond smile.
"Surprise," Cedric said with a boyish grin, lowering the bouquet slightly as he approached.
As he reached her, Lydia stood to greet him, and Cedric leaned in to kiss her cheek. The affectionate gesture left a faint blush on her otherwise flawless complexion.
"You didn’t have to do this," Lydia said, taking the bouquet from him and inhaling the soft, floral scent.
"Oh, please," Cedric replied, waving a dismissive hand. "I knew you’d be waiting for me. Besides, you deserve it."
Lydia chuckled, placing the bouquet on the coffee table. The bouquet brought some life to the space, its sweet fragrance mixing with her perfume. "Well, thank you. They’re beautiful."
He sat on the edge of the chair she’d left, watching her with a smile. The contrast between his rumpled elegance and her polished look was striking.
As they chatted lightly about her day at the photoshoot, a voice from the television caught Lydia’s attention.
"And in other news," the presenter announced, "a surprising turn of events from the Robinson family. Just weeks after finishing up his messy divorce, the youngest Robinson kid was about to marry his new girlfriend."
Lydia’s smile wavered, her eyes shifting to the screen where a stylish man and his fiancée were shown. The presenter’s voice faded into the background as Lydia’s thoughts began to swirl.
Marriage.
The word stuck in her head, bringing back memories she’d tried to forget. Her chest felt heavy, weighed down by "what ifs."
"Lydia?" Cedric’s voice broke through her thoughts.
She blinked, realizing he was looking at her with concern. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his brows knitting together.
"Nothing," Lydia said quickly, shaking her head. "It’s nothing."
But Cedric wasn’t convinced. He tilted his head, studying her carefully. "You sure? You looked like you were a million miles away just now."
Lydia forced a small smile, brushing her hair back. "Really, it’s nothing. Just tired from the shoot."
Cedric nodded, though he didn’t seem entirely satisfied with her answer. He stood and stretched, moving to pour himself a glass of water from the side table. "If you say so," he said lightly.
As he busied himself, Lydia’s thoughts drifted again, her gaze fixed on the flowers Cedric had brought. She couldn’t help but picture Evander—his intense stare and how he always seemed to own the room.
She thought about how things could have been different, how she, Evander, and Ashton might have formed a picture-perfect family. A picture-perfect couple, free from the complications and heartbreak that now surrounded them.
Her lips curved into a wistful smile, but it was tinged with sadness. Deep down, she knew that dream was as fragile as the petals of the roses before her—gorgeous, but gone too soon.
Cedric’s voice pulled her back to the present. "You’re daydreaming again."
Lydia turned to him, startled. "What?"
He chuckled, walking over to her and resting a hand on her shoulder. "You’re zoning out again. What’s going on in that head of yours?"
"Nothing important," Lydia replied, her tone breezy.
Cedric narrowed his eyes playfully. "I don’t buy it, but I won’t press." He squeezed her shoulder gently. "You know where to find me if you want to talk."
Lydia gave him a small, warm smile. "Thank you, Ced."
As he moved away, her eyes fell on the bouquet, its bright colors clashing with her clouded thoughts. She pushed the memories aside, deciding to focus on the present—at least for now.
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