The same place, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.
I laughed. The kind that comes out when you’re seconds away from losing your mind.
I didn’t RSVP. I just poured myself a glass of wine, lit a candle, and swore I was done crying.
On the day of the wedding, I stayed home.
No makeup. No calls. Just my blanket, my couch, and an old rom-com I wasn’t really watching.
That’s when the phone rang.
It was Mia.
She worked as a waitress at the same restaurant where Chloe and Ryan were having their wedding.
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