Eve
“Cheers,” I said with a small smile, lifting my glass toward Mia. She mirrored the gesture with her usual bright grin, and our glasses met with a soft clink that somehow felt like the first good sound I’d heard all week. I let out a long breath as the wine touched my tongue, warmth spreading through my chest in a way that finally made everything feel real.
“Finally,” Mia whispered.
“Yeah, Mia… finally.” I leaned back against the couch, still smiling. “I can’t believe we actually got a groom for me. At last, I can solve this mess.” The relief alone made the wine taste sweeter.
It had been five exhausting days. Five days of searching, interviewing, arguing, panicking, hoping, and then searching again. And surprisingly, the young man they interviewed yesterday? He seemed capable enoug
