Heat Wave: Wildwood
When Tara Harrison received her cousin Amanda’s wedding invitation, she deleted the email without reading it. Who sent an evite to a wedding, anyway? It struck Tara as vulgar and rude, and the message went into her trash folder with the rest of the spam, right where it belonged.
But the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if maybe she shouldn’t go. It wasn’t as if she and Amanda were close—they weren’t, not by a long shot. Amanda had to be a good eight years younger than Tara, barely out of her twenties, and if her i********: pictures were any indication, she still spent most of her weekends getting wasted in bars all up and down the Jersey shore. Tara, on the other hand, had gotten all that out of her system back in college. Now that she was turning fort
