She Wore My Wedding Dress

Summary

The summer I turned eighteen, Jonah stood with me on the windswept pier under a blizzard of swirling gulls and promised he would bring me back every single year.

Seven years later, with my fever finally breaking, I dragged myself down to that same wooden dock—only to find him beneath that familiar cloud of white wings, kissing my best friend, Summer.

Dean, our childhood friend, stood a few paces back, snapping photos on his phone. In the crowded swirl of tourists, not one of them noticed me standing behind them.