Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- One Month Later
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
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- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
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- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
“And yet here you are, staring at a ticket to San Francisco and contemplating crashing his wedding.”
“I can’t stop asking myself the ‘what if?’ question. I’m tired of living in a world of what ifs.”
“Meaning?”
“I might’ve been a tad unreasonable after our break up,” I admit.
“As in?”
“As in I moved to the other side of the world and ignored all his calls, emails, and messages. I wanted a fresh start, so I cut him out completely.”
The bartender grabs the now-empty wooden bowl and refills it with tortilla chips. “Why?” he asks.
“I was sure he could talk me into moving back to San Francisco if I gave him the chance.”
“And you didn’t want to quit your job for him?”
“I couldn’t. I owed it to myself to make the best choice for my career. But the fact remains that moving to the other side of the world didn’t help much in forgetting him. I’m still in love with him. He’s the only one I ever loved.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Three years.”
“And you haven’t seen him or spoken to him since then?”
“I’m a mess, I know.”
“How did you find out he was getting married?”
“Amelia told me—my best friend, the other one getting married today. Amelia, Jake and I are all from a small town near Chicago. She moved to London after getting her bachelor degree and she lives there with her soon-to-be-husband William. But she wanted to get married at home. Anyway, Amelia and Jake had some guests in common, they told Amelia about Jake’s wedding as they’d already RSVP’d ‘Yes’ to him.”
“Do you know the girl he’s marrying?”
“No.” I shake my head decisively. “I don’t know anything about her, and I’ve forced myself not to search Google for intel.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
“Yes. But I can’t give her a face. I’d never be able to crash her wedding if I did. She has to stay a ghost.”
“When are the weddings?”
“This afternoon.”
“Whoa. What’s so special about June 10 that everyone wants to get married today? And you’re hard-core. Shouldn’t you have tried to talk to the guy a little sooner? Are you literally going to barge into the church and yell ‘STOP!’ in the middle of the ceremony?”
“I’d decided not to go at all.”
“But you brought the ticket all the way from London, just in case.”
“I did. Having the ticket, even if I knew I wasn’t going to use it, made me feel calmer.”
“And now you’ve changed your mind?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“When does the plane leave?”
“Which one?”
“Tell me both times.”
“San Francisco’s eight thirty. Chicago’s ten forty-five.”