Lily“Stop obsessing over the photos!” Charlie yells from the door of my bedroom.
I want to ignore her, but it’s difficult because my small bedroom doesn’t give me the luxury of space. Though she stands at the entrance to my room, she’s only a foot away from my bed where I’m sitting with my laptop, going over Jax and Stella’s wedding photos for the hundredth time.
“I know. I just want to make sure they’re perfect.”
“They are. They have been since you edited them the first time three weeks ago. Enough. Save whatever you have. Upload them, and send the file to Stella. Done.” She swipes her hands together in the classic all-done movement.
“Okay. Okay. Jeez.”
I go to click out of the file, and I realize that I’m staring at a picture of Jax—without Stella. He’s staring off into the distance
