Summer woke with a start. She had a really weird dream. The dream was that she’d gotten married to Adam Mayers and moved into his house. She stretched and yawned, thanking her stars that it was a dream. The room looked unfamiliar. The curtains were drawn over the windows and the walls were beige, with grey furniture dotting the room. Her window would be open normally, she liked to look out into the New York skyline until she slept. Where was she?
She sat up and tried to recall the events of the previous day. Immediately, a horde of memories attacked her mind. She was signing a deal, then going off to test wedding gowns, then there was a wedding, she’d seen Adam crying, she was packing her things and finally she moved into a room in Adam’s house. It settled into her brain, piece by piece,
