Roisin
I set down the knife, relieved that she’d read me so easily. “It’s Olivine,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat a little. “I… I want to do something nice for him. You know, something romantic, like a surprise. But I have no idea where to start.”
Enid chuckled warmly, her eyes sparkling. “Ah, young love. It’s always delightful watching couples find their way. Romance can be simple and sweet, Roisin. It doesn’t have to be grand gestures.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You sound like you know a lot about it.”
“Well,” she started, turning to roll out the pie dough, “I’ve been married for 15 years, and I’ve got five children.”
I perked up at that. “You’ve been married for fifteen years? What’s it like?”
Enid leaned against the counter, her eyes softening as she reminisced. “Oh, it’s not a
