Georgia's POV
"What you're saying doesn't make sense at all, Ella," I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temple as the pounding in my head grew worse. The room felt too bright, too loud, my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.
"I-I think this might help explain things," Nicholas Knight said, his voice unsteady as he took a phone from his pocket and handed it to me.
I hesitated for a second before taking it. The moment the screen lit up, my breath caught in my throat.
Photos. Dozens of them.
In the first one, I was standing barefoot on a beach, wearing a flowing white dress under a wedding arch made of driftwood and flowers. Beside me was Nicholas Knight, smiling like he had everything he'd ever wanted in the world.
I swiped to the next.
