Dear Readers,

Some stories don’t begin with a plan.

They begin with a feeling.

That’s how Something Borrowed found me—not through plotting or planning, but with a quiet image I couldn’t shake: a woman unlocking the door to an old bridal boutique on a breezy Florida morning. I didn’t know her name yet. I didn’t know why she’d returned. But I knew she was holding on to something—memories, longing, maybe even regret. And I knew I needed to follow her.

Her name became Becky Navarro. And the boutique wasn’t just a shop—it was a beginning. A place where a second chance quietly waited.

This story came fast, blooming like a wildflower in the sun. Maybe that’s because I set it in my own hometown, Pompano Beach. The familiar boardwalks, the sudden summer storms, the scent of salt and citrus in the air—it all came naturally. Writing Something Borrowed felt like going home.

But this isn’t just a story about a place. It’s about time. And tenderness. And the kind of love that doesn’t shout—it lingers. Waits. Hopes.

Becky and Matthew aren’t starting fresh. They’re picking up pieces. They’re discovering what it means to try again, not because everything is perfect, but because something still matters.

That idea of Something Borrowed took on deeper meaning as I wrote. It became a symbol—not just of wedding tradition, but of trust. Of carrying forward what was once held close. Of finding beauty in the in-between.

There’s a quiet moment near the end—one I didn’t see coming—that perfectly captured what this story means to me. A gesture. A ring. A promise that love doesn’t always arrive loudly, but it always knows where to return.

I’m proud to call this a novelette. It’s short, yes—but it’s filled with heart. These smaller stories often hold the deepest truths, whispered between the lines.

If you’ve ever wondered what if…

 If you’ve ever loved someone from a distance, or hoped for a door to reopen...

 If you believe in love that grows quietly but never fades—

This story is for you.

Something Borrowed will be available soon. I can’t wait to place it in your hands.

Thank you for taking this journey with me—and for believing in stories that take their time, speak softly, and stay with you long after the last page.

With all my heart,

Luis