You Are the Lamp I Kept Burning for Twelve Years

At five in the morning I rushed over to do the bride's makeup, and she mentioned one request in passing. "Beryl, my husband has a scar on his left shoulder. Find a way to cover it up for him." I froze for a second. Oliver had a scar on his left shoulder too. She swiped her phone open. "Look, this is our wedding home." "He's so good to me. He can't bear to let me suffer even a little."