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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.

“Almost,” she said. “But I chose me instead.” scarlett jones solo honeymoon

On her last morning, Scarlett Jones woke before sunrise. She walked to the end of the wooden pier, coffee in hand, and watched the sky turn from bruise-purple to pearl-pink. A reef shark glided below. A pair of lovebirds squawked in a palm tree. None of it belonged to anyone but her. She had planned this trip for eighteen months

She pulled out her phone. Deleted the wedding playlist. Bookmarked a flight to Kyoto for next spring. coffee in hand