I was lounging on the couch at my best friend Mary’s place, sipping wine and laughing about the latest office gossip. Mary, a wedding photographer, sat across from me, scrolling through some of her recent shoots.
Her apartment was cozy, filled with framed photos from weddings she had captured.
She worked with love stories every day, which made me admire her even more, given that she didn’t have a relationship of her own.
“Look at this couple,” she said, turning her laptop screen toward me. “They look so in love, don’t they?”
I leaned in, studying the photo. It was a beautiful shot—sunset in the background, the bride’s veil flowing in the breeze, and the groom smiling warmly at his new wife.
But something didn’t sit right. I squinted at the picture, noticing a faint line between the bride and groom, as if they weren’t really standing together.
“What’s up with this line?” I asked, pointing to the subtle seam between the two figures.