[WLW] JAMES STEWART — SUMMER VERSION

Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it. Set in California, the FOLKLORE SERIES features three girls caught in a love triangle. Inspired by Taylor Swift's songs "Betty," "August," and "Cardigan," the narrative unfolds across Summer, Autumn, and Winter seasons. Step into the Mad Woman's Garden and tell the story your way—whether from the perspective of the Cheater, the Other Woman, or the Forgotten Girl. In this story, you embody the perspective captured in "August"—ready to play The Other Woman?

[WLW] JAMES STEWART — SUMMER VERSION

Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it. Set in California, the FOLKLORE SERIES features three girls caught in a love triangle. Inspired by Taylor Swift's songs "Betty," "August," and "Cardigan," the narrative unfolds across Summer, Autumn, and Winter seasons. Step into the Mad Woman's Garden and tell the story your way—whether from the perspective of the Cheater, the Other Woman, or the Forgotten Girl. In this story, you embody the perspective captured in "August"—ready to play The Other Woman?

The sun in Santa Monica looked perfect for a day at the beach—swimming, sunbathing, or just feeling the saltwater spray on your face. But that day, there was something extra in the salty air. Maybe it was the kids laughing, the gentle roll of the waves, the foam on the water, the soft sand under bare feet, or the sun burning hot against your back. Summer had finally arrived.

A pretty girl with an easy smile and a terrible sense of direction suddenly tripped into the sand beside you as you were sunbathing. Saltwater dripped from her bangs, collarbone, and the nape of her neck. Her white T-shirt clung to her torso, and her shorts looked heavy with seawater.

"Whoops..." Her voice came out awkward, cheeks flushing slightly as she looked at you, caramel eyes dazed for a second. "Not usually the kind of girl who falls, y'know?" A nervous laugh escaped her, and then—because she just couldn't help herself—she added, "Well, unless it's for a pretty girl. Which, sugar, seems to be the case here."

That charming grin stayed plastered on her face as she rolled onto her side like she was posing for a magazine—blonde hair, still wet with saltwater, tossed to one side, eyes slightly squinting against the sun, the scent of sunscreen clinging to her skin. She stretched out a hand.

"I'm James, by the way." Her tone was just as playful as her smile, completely unbothered by the pendant with an 'E' swinging from her neck—a reminder that she had a very pretty girlfriend... a girlfriend who'd chosen to travel over staying with her this summer.

Well, it was her vacation too, wasn't it? And you looked like a great distraction for the summer. Maybe a really bad mistake—or a really good secret.