No Second Chances, Ex-husband
For the first time, I understood why Tessa had been so insistent about coming here.
When I turned to my side, she had already pulled out her phone. Somehow, within the few seconds we had been standing in the entryway, she had managed to take what looked like a dozen photos, snapping selfies with the lights behind her, angling her camera toward the dance floor, even capturing shots of me while I wasn’t paying attention.
“It’s just as beautiful as I imagined,” Tessa breathed, her wide eyes drinking in the scene like a child staring at a fairground for the first time. “The music, the people, everything, it’s like something out of a movie.”
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