June’s Point of View
“Here. This is the one,” Finn announced dramatically, holding up a long, white, backless beach dress in front of me like he was revealing the Holy Grail. “Elegant, effortless, and hot enough to make someone fall to their knees.”
We were both standing in front of the full-length mirror inside our room, where I had spent the last twenty minutes being twirled, poked, and styled like some kind of beach Barbie.
“Oh my God, that’s perfect! June, it’s so you,” Belle said as she leaned in from the bed, eyes glittering with approval.
“You look so pretty, Tita June,” little Amelia chimed in sweetly from her mother’s lap, her small arms wrapped around Belle’s waist.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, baby,” I said warmly, gently tousling her hair before I turned back to
