Resurgence

They say you can never go home again, and honestly, I should've listened. When I returned to Charleston for my sister's wedding, I thought the biggest challenge would be dodging Aunt Edna's cranberry-sauce tirades or surviving endless conversations about floral arrangements. I never expected him. Luke. The boy who stole my heart—and then shattered it—decided now was the perfect time to waltz back into my life with those stormy blue eyes and impossible promises. He says he's changed, that he's here to prove he's worth a second chance. But trust isn't something you can glue back together with sweet words and late-night nostalgia. Now, between wrangling rogue seating charts, managing wedding chaos, and trying not to throttle—or kiss—Luke, I'm realizing that maybe love isn't as black and white as I thought. Maybe, just maybe, there's a spark worth reigniting. Or maybe I'll end up with another heart-shaped crater to add to my collection. Either way, this wedding's about to get a lot more interesting.