I wanted to stop thinking about him. I needed to do stop thinking about him. But every time I tried my mind pushed him to the forefront, forcing me to focus on him when everyone but him required my attention.
“Harmony?! Hello! I’m right here!” I jumped at the sound of Harlow’s voice and turned around to look at her. She was wearing a poofy dress with a lace bodice and sleeves. We were currently at the bridal shop and my sister was trying to choose her wedding dress, which she was failing at because this was the twentieth dress and judging by the look on her face she didn’t like this either.
“You look beautiful,” I blurted out before she could ask me what I was thinking about. And no matter how much I loved her and how close we were I couldn’t tell her I was thinking about Aston Diamand
