DAVE
“Mummy said I’m going to be your wife,” the little girl beside me announced, her voice full of excitement.
I turned to her with a grin and nodded. “Yes, and I’m going to be your husband.”
Her laughter spilled out in sweet giggles, a sound that made me smile even wider. There was something about her laugh—it was contagious, light, and pure joy wrapped into a moment.
“You think your sister will want to be my best friend?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.
I shrugged, thinking about Jane. “Well, Jane isn’t always in the best mood,” I admitted, “but I’ll ask her for you. She can never say no to me.”
Before she could respond, Steve, the man driving us, called out from the front seat. “Fasten your seatbelts and hold on tight!”
I quickly reached for my seatbelt, snapping it into
