It was almost nine in the morning.
Today was Sam's bachelorette party, and I had to help her with the final preparations.
I got up, got ready, put on black jeans, a pink tank top, and black sneakers, prepared my coffee, made some toast, and made a mug cake.
I sat on the sofa and enjoyed my coffee and cake, looking out the living room window.
I kept thinking about Henry's proposal... about Martin, how good he'd been to me... about my parents' death, whether it was intentional or not. I didn't know exactly whom to trust, and I missed my old life.
I snapped out of my thoughts when the doorbell rang, which was strange since the doorman hadn't notified me.
I headed to the door and when I opened it, Patrick was standing there, looking casual. Every time I'd seen him, he'd always been in a
