Scarlett Jones - Solo Honeymoon

The honeymoon wasn’t ruined. It was just .

So she uninvited the fifty guests. She returned the ring. She kept the honeymoon. scarlett jones solo honeymoon

That was the hardest part: the empty spaces. The second flute of champagne the flight attendant kept eyeing. The second towel on the lounger. The echo of a laugh that never came. The honeymoon wasn’t ruined

She had planned this trip for eighteen months. The deposit on the overwater bungalow in Bora Bora was non-refundable. The seat next to her on the plane—the one where his tall frame should have been spilling into her shoulder—was empty. scarlett jones solo honeymoon