As I picked up my phone to schedule an appointment with the studio to select the wedding photos, a notification caught my eye. I opened it and was greeted by a status update from Harper.
It was a photo of her and Hudson, accompanied by two plane tickets to Bali. The caption read: The happiest thing in the world is going to a dreamlike place with the one you love to take beautiful wedding photos.
After ending my friendship with Harper, I had deleted all her contact information. I didn’t use social media much anymore, and it slipped my mind that I was still following her through an old college account I had set up to chase after my favorite male idols. I hadn’t thought to clean it up.
I made an appointment to select the wedding photos the next morning. As the woman assisting me in the studio noticed Hudson's absence, she asked, "Why didn’t Hudson come with you for such an important occasion?"
I responded blankly, "He’s dead, and his body is torn apart."
Her face fell in shock, eyes widening with horror. "I’m so sorry, Miss Aubrey. This is so sudden. Please accept my condolences."
I smiled, a cold twist of irony creeping into my expression. "It’s okay. He deserved it."