Cold rain had soaked through the shoulders of the custom-made dress I was supposed to marry Julian in. Water gathered along the hem and darkened the white fabric against the City Hall steps.
I stood alone outside the main entrance and checked the time again. The appointment had already passed. An i********: notification appeared before I could lock my phone.
Julian was grinning in the photo, one arm tight around Mia's shoulders. A birthday cake with one candle sat between them at a restaurant where a table cost more than most people's rent. The location tag put them twenty minutes away.
His caption read: *Making sure the brightest new star at Hayes Tech has the birthday she deserves. Some things are just more important.*
So this was number fifty-two.
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