Autumn Adventure (Summer Unplugged #6) Read Online Free

anything. It’s the leaked photo of our wedding. It appears to have been taken from the right side of the wedding guests because Jace and I are to the left, walking down the aisle. It’s so weird that someone would do this and send a picture to the news. I mean, why? It’s not like we’re some crazy celebrity couple that’s known for scandals.
    Jace had a lot of motocross friends at the wedding, so although the photo leaker could have been anyone, I’m betting it was one of them.
    I glance up at myself in the bathroom mirror, face glowing from the light of the tablet’s screen. Is this stupid? Sneaking off in the middle of the night on my honeymoon just to look at gossip online?
    Yes, I decide. It is most definitely stupid.
    But am I above it?
    Nope!
    I click on the photo so I can read the comments. There are a bunch of friendly congratulations comments and the random oddball comment that has nothing to do with the photo. And then I see words that make my knees shake.
    Why did he settle for that skank? Ugh, he can do so much better.
    That comment got a dozen likes and someone else had replied to it with an even worse comment: I heard she got knocked up and forced him into it.
    Another comment says: I hope he got a prenup!
    One particularly fantastic one says: My God, that man can get any woman he wants and he chose her?
    I look at the photos of the people posting these rude things about myself—they’re all women about my age. So maybe Clara was right about them just being jealous. Still, it hurts to read terrible things about myself.
    Yet for some reason, I keep reading.
    A few older people said they don’t understand why people get married so young.
    One person, whose profile photo is of a dog, said: smh. It’s a shame to see young people throwing their lives away by getting married so young. They have their whole life ahead of them!
    Uh, yeah, idiot. I have my whole life ahead of me and all I want to do is spend it with Jace. So why wouldn’t I get married? Ugh. It takes everything I have not to reply to these comments. This tablet is logged in to Jace’s account so it’d look like my bitchy rantings were coming from him and that would totally not help the situation.
    Before I know it, nearly an hour has gone by and I’ve skimmed all twelve hundred and sixteen comments on the post. At least half, if not a little more than half of the comments are fairly nice or neutral. The rest of them say something mean or negative and a small handful are downright awful.
    Although I shouldn’t care one bit about what the public thinks of my marriage to Jace, if I did care, then I should be happy that most people are nice about it. Still, I feel the pull of an emotional knot in my stomach as I turn off the tablet and sneak back into our hotel room. Jace is still asleep, breathing deeply and probably dreaming about a world that’s peaceful and stress-free. I wish I could be like him. I wish I could ignore things that bother me and focus on the good.
    Sometimes Jace seems so completely perfect in every possible way. I wonder if he’s faking it?
    When I hide the tablet back where it was and crawl into bed as quietly as I can, Jace’s breathing hitches and he rolls over closer to me. I use the movement he makes as a way to hurry up and slide under the sheets without him noticing. He doesn’t wake up, and his breathing falls back into a steady rhythm in a few seconds. Now he’s facing me, one arm under his head and the other one on top of my hand.
    When people sleep, their faces get a chance to fully rest. People look serene and even happy while they sleep. The thing about Jace is, as I look at him in the dim light of the hotel room, his face looks exactly as serene as it always does. Maybe Jace isn’t faking his happiness at all. Maybe he truly has found a way to be happy with himself and his life and forget about what everyone else thinks.
    I hope someday I can be exactly like him.

Chapter 5
     
    After four days of