EMMA POV
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"And you’re dramatic, Or do you think I am not being serious right now?" she shot back. "Look, Emma, this can work. Daniel needs a wife, you need a solution. Just… get to know him a little. Have a few conversations. Worst case, you both decide it’s not gonna work, and we come up with Plan B."
I hesitated, letting the idea sink in. It was crazy. But also… maybe not as crazy as I’d thought a few minutes ago. "Fine," I said, finally. "But if this blows up in my face, I’m blaming you."
Ava grinned, pulling me into a quick hug. "Deal. But it won’t. Trust me."
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The next morning, I found myself pacing around the kitchen, waiting for Ava to show up with some coffee and a plan. I’d barely slept, tossing and turning as I tried to wrap my head around everything. When she finally
