Our love story, like any good novel, wasn't without its conflict. We were two strong-willed women, each with our own set of baggage. Doubts crept in, insecurities surfaced. There were arguments, tears, and moments when I feared we might lose our way.
One particularly stormy night, after a misunderstanding escalated into a shouting match, I stormed out of Elara's studio, convinced it was over. The...