The faint sound of voices drifted into Sasha's sleep. At first, she thought it was a dream-the kind where laughter seemed far away but strangely clear. But then came the clinking of dishes, footsteps, and bursts of chatter. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bright shafts of sunlight filtering through the curtains.
For a moment, she lay there, staring at the ceiling, her heart oddly restless. She knew what those noises meant.
The guests had arrived.
Stella's relatives. Her friends. Well-wishers. The people she and Cody had invited to make the big house come alive with company.
Sasha pushed herself up, her head a little heavy, as though she hadn't slept deeply enough. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to shake the odd ache in her chest. And then, without warning, the me
