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Daphne stood in a white, A-line, off-the-shoulder, satin dress with a form-fitting bodice and sweetheart neckline. She looked like a real-life princess.

“You look beautiful!”

“Stunning!”

“So gorgeous!”

“Harlan is going to cry like a baby!” Nadia predicted.

“Do you want to try a veil?” Lissette asked.

Daphne nodded.

As the appointment went on, I did my best to be present as Daphne went on to try on six more styles. After Daphne said yes to the dress, Ashley went into the dressing room to help her out of her final gown, and Nadia scooted over on the couch and whispered to me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I whispered back.

“Have you not heard from Miles?” Nadia persisted.

She was the only person who knew about me and Miles hooking up. She guessed what happened after she came over to borrow a dress, saw the flowers, and then found the card on my nightstand. When confronted with the evidence, I folded and admitted it.

“No, he actually just left me a message.”

“Well, then what’s wrong?”

“AJ wants to invite him to his birthday party.”

“He should.” Nadia co-signed on the plan.

My face scrunched. “Should he?”

“He’s in the movie with him.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“Okay, if you hadn’t played hide the sausage with Miles Happy Trails Hottie Ford and AJ wanted to invite him to his birthday party, would you have let him?” Nadia’s brows rose in challenge. It was her checkmate face, the one she gave me when she

knew she’d made a point I couldn’t refute.

I sighed.

“There. It’s settled.Miles Happy Trails Hottie Ford is invited to AJ’s birthday party.”

Right. So, I guess that means I should probably return his call.

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MILES

My footsteps echoedoff the narrow walls of my trailer as I walked from one end to the other. I was pacing. Again. The second time in my life.

After leaving the voicemail for Zoe yesterday, she’d called me back, but I’d been on set until after two a.m. So, I waited to return her missed call until seven her time this morning. She didn’t pick up, but she texted me and said she was at work but had lunch at one o’clock and asked if that was a good time to call. I immediately replied yes. It was five past one. I felt like a teenage girl waiting for her crush to call.

Or at least how they portrayed teenage girls in movies. I’d never actually been one, so I wasn’t sure how they felt, but if this was it, it was awful. My stomach was in knots. I was anxious, and my chest was tight.

It had been a little over two weeks since we’d spoken. I’d been working eighteen-hour days, and most of them had been night shoots. My schedule had been all over the place. Logically, I should have been distracted by that, but I wasn’t. All I could think about was getting back to Firefly Island. Back to Zoe. Even though she clearly did not feel the same.

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