Jules’ P.O.V.
The sun was high in the sky as we loaded our bags in the trunk of Jenna’s car. Jenna, who was glowing with pre-wedding excitement and who couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming ceremony. Renee, Jenna’s friend from high school, and I exchanged amused glances as Jenna launched into yet another story about her fiancé, Adam.
“Did I tell you guys about that time Adam tied to cook me lobster and he set off the smoke alarm?” Jenna laughed as she climbed into the driver’s seat, an address on the GPS but no idea where we were driving to.
“Yes!” Renee and I replied in unison, earning a playful glare from Jenna.
“OK, OK, maybe I’ve told that one a few times, but it was so romantic and funny,” Jenna admitted, turning the key in the ignition.
“No, not funny, hilarious really!”
“I’
