As Rebecca drove down Fulton, toward Ocean Beach, she thought about Jake’s last words as she left his apartment. “Baby,” he’d said, “We get married at the end of my semester, at my parents’, in New York. We have to go over the venue details, talk about the guest list, and discuss who will officiate the ceremony. My folks will take care of the catering and all the financial stuff. We got it covered! You need to choose bridesmaids and a maid of honor!”
The end of Jake’s semester—that was seven weeks away! She’d be Mrs. Rebecca Gobel. After that she’d be in Paris, touching the gravestone of one of the most famous Irish playwrights in history. Holy crap. And of course her maid of honor would be Alison.
This was the wedding she’d secretly always wanted, though she hid this desi…
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