Imogene Scott

My heart tightens at the sight.

“I wonder who Cinderella is, getting married to her Prince Charming over there,” I say wistfully.

Breonna glances at the lights, then back at me. “The wedding’s probably tomorrow. I’ve always wanted to attend a beach wedding.”

I laugh softly. “I’ve always wanted to have a beach wedding.”

“Wishes do come true, you know.”

“As if,” I murmur, turning away from the dreamlike scene and back toward reality.

As we head back to the room, Breonna grows quiet again, her brow furrowed like she’s deep in thought. I can’t ignore it anymore.

“What’s on your mind, Bre?” I ask.

She hesitates, chewing...