Lara-Jean POV
"One month."
Peter says it over breakfast, that rare smile playing at his lips.
"One month of marriage. How do you feel?"
I consider. "Tired. Happy. Confused. Grateful." I laugh. "All of it."
"That's a lot of feelings."
"You're a lot of person."
He reaches across the table, takes my hand. "I have something for you. For our one-month anniversary."
"Peter, you didn't have to—"
"I wanted to." He stands, pulls me up. "Close your eyes."
I do. Hear him move, retrieve something. When he tells me to open, he's holding an envelope.
"What is it?"
"Open it."
I open the envelope. Inside is a legal document. A deed of sale. Property transfer.
Address: 214 Cedar Lane.
I know that address. I've dreamed about it for many years.
"My parents' house." The words come out strangl
