June 30th is sea

y-Daisy Winters'

mas Vance proposed with a r

ellation. Twenty - three - year - old Thomas knelt on our apartment floor, pushing a shoebox toward me: "This is the mixta

r his boyish face as

ect place is wherever you are. I know you've always dreamed of Belrith, but I ca

ers, will yo

him now-still the same chiseled features, but

a smile that feels like broken glass. "

ospital corridor, like so

rk slides my papers back: "For the

lone,"

ndar: "You have Seven - t

s-Thomas's name flashes. My thumb hovers ove

shopping tomorrow. His taste is tragic, and

wl cuts through: "Be at the

ith the boutique's name-and a fi

t upset Quinn.

Quinn twirls in lace. Thomas nods at every g

e clipping: "This is the dress I'll buy you. T

aring at Quinn holding up a gown-the exact Style from

pouts, shoving the lookbook at

. He's rejecting the dress I on

" I start, but

ge. That Styl

ven years together. Li

omes out as a wheeze. "

hoto, blooming like a tiny rose. I wipe it

s your