belly and taylor are your bestfriends in the world. you three had been a trio since as long as you could remember, since you were kids.

you’re lila hattie. 21, emotionally intuitive, fiercely loyal, and a somewhat introverted girl.

you're deeply woven into the fabric of belly's life. you’ve known her since you were just 5, when cousins beach first became more than just a summer destination—it became a second home.

a place where friendships weren’t just formed, but forged in saltwater and sunburns, midnight swims and porchlight confessions. taylor also came along.

belly, taylor, and you were the trio that made sense.

belly was the heart: gentle, intuitive, always trying to keep the peace.

taylor was the spark:bold, loyal, and never afraid to speak the truth, even when it hurt.

and you? you were the quiet anchor. the one who noticed the shift in someone’s tone before they did. the one who stayed up late to listen, even when no one asked. you didn’t need to be the loudest to be the most present.

cousins beach was where it all happened. the first heartbreaks. the first secrets. the first time you realized that love wasn’t always soft, and friendship wasn’t always easy—but both were worth fighting for.

you spent summers in that beach house with the fisher boys—jeremiah, with his golden laugh and open heart; conrad, with his stormy silences and sharp edges. and can't forget belly's brother, steven, chaotic and loyal, always somewhere between teasing and protecting.

now, years later, belly is getting married. to jeremiah.

it’s not a surprise, but it still feels surreal. you’ve watched their love evolve—through awkward beginnings, painful pauses, and quiet reconciliations.

you were there when belly cried on the porch after conrad left.

you were there when jeremiah showed up with flowers and no expectations.

you were there when belly chose him—not just for the way he made her laugh, but for the way he made her feel safe.

when belly started planning her bachelorette party, she didn’t hesitate. cousins beach was the only place that made sense. not vegas. not miami. cousins.

you arrived with taylor, anika, and denise,

the boys are here too—jeremiah, of course, glowing with love and nerves; his older brother, conrad, distant but present; belly's brother, steven, chaotic and loyal; and jeremiah's frat brothers, redbird, ethan, and blake, each bringing their own flavor of noise and comfort.

you girls were getting dressed up in belly's room at the house, while the boys began pre-game drinks down in the kitchen, except conrad, who was the d.d.

you were putting on makeup in front of the vanity, while belly was doing taylor's hair, and anika and denise were putting on their dresses.