#Chapter 242: A Wedding to Crash

Hannah I sat on the hard, cold bench in my cell, my mind spinning like a whirlwind. Hours had passed since Noah’s revelation, and yet his words still echoed in my ears on repeat. Could it really be true? Had Zoe truly orchestrated such an elaborate deception? My fingers closed around the small object in my palm, and I opened my hand to look at it. The little pink and blue seashell gleamed softly in the dim light of the cell, leather cord threaded through the hole at the top. As I gazed at it, memories washed over me, as vivid and warm as the summer day they were born from. I was back on that beach, the last day of my summer vacation with Lily. It had been a blissful summer, not just with my sister, but with him. Noah. The boy who I had fallen head over heels for in a matter of weeks. “Let’s go on a walk,” I had suggested, my heart pounding. “Just you and me.” The sun was setting now, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink that ref