LOGINDahlia “I didn’t ask who sent them—” “Of course he did.” River set the tray down harder than necessary, the plastic snapping lightly against the table. “Because that’s what Julian does.” Rain dragged a chair over with his foot, turned it backward, and dropped into it like he planned on staying fo
“Dahlia.” I looked up. Sienna was walking toward me from the driveway, coffee in one hand, her other hand shading her eyes from the early sun. She looked different this morning. Lighter, somehow. Like someone had finally taken weight off her shoulders she’d been carrying. It’s the weekend so sh
Dahlia The cake samples arrived mid-morning—not the actual wedding cake. That was being assembled on-site Friday by Chef Laurent Dubois who’d flown in from New York specifically for this wedding. His assistant had sent twelve emails in the last twenty-four hours alone. Temperature logs. Storage p
“I’m sorry,” she said again, quieter this time. “For earlier. At the beach. I acted… completely out of line.” Kai opened his mouth, but she shook her head quickly, already stepping back like she needed the space to get it out before she lost her nerve. “No. Let me finish.” Her fingers curled into
Sienna Talking to Dahlia helped. Not fixed-everything helped, but enough that Sienna could breathe properly again. The tight knot in her chest loosened slightly and she stopped feeling like she might shatter if someone looked at her wrong. Dahlia had that effect on her — always had, ever since th
“So,” I said carefully, watching her over the rim of my mug. “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to sit here pretending you drove over here with raccoon eyes because everything’s fine?” “Everything is fine.” “Sienna.” I gave her the look. The one we’d perfected since third grad







