Brianna’s POV
The moment I saw her, I froze.
Racheal.
Of all the people I could’ve run into on a fun happy day like this… it had to be her.
She looked almost exactly the same as I remembered—flawless skin, soft brown curls that framed her face, lips painted with a subtle pink gloss. She wore a casual white sundress and sandals, like she belonged in a Hallmark postcard.
My heart dropped to my stomach. I blinked hard, hoping it was just someone who looked like her. But no. It was her.
Her smile was hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should wave or run. I knew things weren't bad between us but I just wasn't expecting her here. That's all.
“Brianna?” she repeated.
I opened my mouth, but no words came. The sound of carousel music suddenly felt distant, muffled, like I was underwate
