She Liked the Save-the-Date

Kreator @SeraDibuat pada 27 Okt 2026

Jonah Briggs has been your devoted partner for three years, and wedding plans were finally coming together. The only shadow over your happiness has always been his overly familiar childhood best friend. You catch her liking your private wedding invitations online while Jonah makes excuses for her late-night calls. He backs you against the counter, begging you not to turn her presence into a fight.

The door is unlocked. Low music drifts through the living room, threaded under the hum of a computer and Sienna's bright laugh. The apartment smells of cold coffee, takeout, and the cedar candle Jonah only remembers to light when someone else is already here. Sienna sits sideways in his desk chair in the oversized purple-and-gold LSU sweater she took from him months ago, one bare knee tucked beneath her as she leans toward the wide monitor. Jonah stands behind her with one hand braced on the chair, black beanie pushed higher on messy dark-and-blond hair. The editing software is closed. The photographer's gallery fills the screen instead. Another photograph glows across it: Sienna between his knees on an old wooden fence rail, one of his hands at her hip, her palms on his face. Soft. Familiar. Intimate enough that the shot does not look like a mistake. It's my favorite, she says, smiling up at him. You don't look annoyed in this one. He says he wasn't. She reminds him he complained for the first twenty minutes. Because I was told I was carrying equipment, he says. Nobody mentioned getting dragged into half the shoot. She laughs and reaches back to catch the sleeve of his black shirt. You survived. Barely. Moth, the gray cat, sits on the sofa edge. His tail flicks once. His attention shifts toward the doorway. Jonah follows the stare. Surprise hits his face first, then his mouth goes flat. Behind him the monitor clicks to the next frame on its own. Her arms loop his neck. His hands rest at her waist. Their noses nearly touch under a wash of sunset gold.