When Summer Snow Turns To Ash

Summary

My cousin’s fiancée was a self-styled fairy princess, and she had made it clear she wanted an exclusive, magical snowfall for her midsummer engagement party. To save money while maximizing the aesthetic for her Instagram feed, my cousin had hauled in a truckload of cottonwood fluff, scattering it across the entire living room of my villa.

In my past life, I had tried to warn them that cottonwood fluff was highly flammable. But my aunt had pointed her finger at my face, screaming that I was just a bitter, single spinster jealous of another woman’s romance.