Chapter 119
Dominic’s POV Everything was finally in place. Tables lined with white and gold linen stretched across the backyard, a balloon arch twisted in soft hues of pink and blue over the main table. Little rattles, teddy bears, and pastel confetti dotted the centerpieces. It was exactly how Morgan wanted it—down to the "Mom-osa" bar on the deck and the sugar cookies shaped like tiny baby shoes. We pulled it off. Just in time. Noon sharp. Guests were already starting to roll in—family mostly, some from Morgan’s side, and a few from our side. My people started filing through too—Grandma Gloria with her signature red lipstick and huge sunglasses, Aunt Kari holding a tray of her famous deviled eggs like it was made of gold, a few cousins and uncles. Everyone gathered in the backyard, talking and l
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