Amelia POV

Ethan spread the wedding magazines across the dining table with a kind of boyish excitement that made my chest ache in a way I didn’t understand. The morning light streamed through the windows, catching on the glossy pages, turning lace gowns and floral arches into something almost unreal. He pulled a chair closer to mine, his knee brushing against my leg as if the smallest distance between us was unacceptable.

“So,” he said gently, “tell me what you think. Do you like ...