Amelia’s POV
My fingers freeze on the trackpad.
The headline from an event in the past I clearly can’t remember lingers at the top of the search bar, but my eyes slowly travel down to the image results below.
I can’t understand what it is about the post that drags me in, but I’m more than curious to find out. So I go ahead to click.
When I open the first photo, the air catches in my throat. I see who it is, and I smile at the figure standing beside her.
Me…
Smiling, and laughing into the eyes of—Dominic. With my hands surprisingly hooked around his neck as he whispers something into my ear. A white stoned dress clung to my skin,
My eyes trail down to his soft grip around my waist, which feels too familiar for strangers.
And yet, I don’t remember any of it.
I continue scrolling a
