Three months later, Ryan and I finally finished renovating our new home overseas. It was a townhouse with a small garden.
Ryan had designed it himself, and every corner carried some quiet, thoughtful warmth.
That weekend afternoon, we sat in the garden drinking coffee while the autumn sun poured softly over the yard.
"Oh, right," Ryan said. "I heard from someone in our circle that Nathan and Sienna called off their engagement."
I nodded. The news did not surprise me.
"And Nathan has taken over his family's overseas division," Ryan added. "He's moving here next month."
My hand paused around my coffee cup.
Ryan looked at me and said, "I'm starting to feel a little threatened."
I smiled until my eyes curved. "Are you jealous?"
He pinched my cheek, then laughed with me. "Yeah. What am
