Georgia's POV
A sharp, twisting pain in my lower abdomen pulled me out of the darkness. My arm throbbed as if it had been cut and slammed against something hard.
I gasped and forced my eyes open, only to be blinded by sunlight. The sky above me was blindingly blue, and the crash of waves filled my ears.
Cold. Everything was cold: the wind, the sand sticking to my skin, the dampness clinging to my clothes.
Then it hit me.
The ship. The slapping. The fight. The push.
Nancy.
I shot upright, heart pounding, my breath catching as I looked down at myself. My clothes were drenched, clinging to my body, but… something was wrong.
"Wait, what the hell?" I muttered, staring at the dark fabric. "I was wearing pink silk pajamas… not navy blue."
Ella had picked that set for me, for my bridal shower.
Bridal shower… my wedding…
My chest tightened. Rage flared. "That bastard…" I whispered. Everything after Nancy's sneer and the shove into the freezing water was a blur.
