ALIANA

The chapel looks absolutely beautiful, that’s the first thing I notice as the doors swing open.

Soft music floats through the air, white flowers line the aisle smelling like baby breath, something faintly sweet that reminds me of mornings when life felt simple.

I’m standing near the front, hands clasped in front of me, dressed in soft gold. The fabric hugs my body showcasing my excellent shape.

My hair falls in loose waves over my shoulders. Natural makeup. Barely there gloss.

I didn’t want loud today.

Today belongs to Jenna.

The murmuring starts before I turn.

The doors open wider.

And there she is.

Jenna.

For a split second,...