Kian

Verena caught the bouquet at Aunt Riley’s wedding.

The old me wouldn’t have handled this very well. I would’ve definitely caused a scene because everyone knew what it meant. I wouldn’t deny the tightening feeling in my chest when everyone teased her that she was next. 

Despite the conflicting emotions that warred inside of me, a strange warmth of calmness overwhelmed me because I knew that Uncle Daxton and Verena’s relationship was a sinking ship waiting for the catalyst—me—to wreck it. 

While everyone took pictures with the newlyweds, my attention drifted elsewhere. To the two of them. In their own bubble. 

Unfortunately, it was a bubble that would soon...