ASHLEY'S P. O. V

A peal of laughter slipped out from someone, it took a second to realize it was mine.

My laughter.

I brought a hand to my lips in stunned silence, everyone paused what they were doing, July, who was going through different dresses, Beulah's hands that were deep into a make-up box stilled, Gwendie, who had been inspecting loop earnings, halted too.

Only Jackie didn't freeze, she kept on eating her sushi.

“You have a beautiful laughter, Ashley,” Gwen said with a soft ...