Jess’s POV
“The wedding was horrible!” Dione said, and we burst out into laughter.
Do you ever just bump into someone and have conversations like you’ve known each other for years? Well, that was Dione and I right now. We had been sitting and chatting so much that I completely lost track of time.
“You said it was your sister’s wedding, right? So how come it was horrible?” I asked, staring him straight in the eye. Those dark brown eyes and lashes longer than Fiona’s real and fake lashes.
He was breathtaking. This type of guy could lock me up in jail, and I wouldn’t dare ask why. His chiseled jawlines clenched tight even when he smiled; his dimples dug deeper than any I’ve seen. Talk more of perfect dentition and fresh mint breath. His choice of words carried aura and respect.
“She got
