At the work the next day, Ravyn strutted around with love goggles on. She couldn’t help it
She spent the rest of last night texting and talking to Sebastian over the phone—although it had to be in the bathroom, over running water, cautious incase her brother was listening in.
After all that, nothing could ruin her mood. Not the overly chatty customers who couldn’t decide between a sedan or an SUV. Not the endless paperwork. Not even her manager yelling at the new trainee for scratching a customer’s car.
Her smile was untouchable—bright, warm, and annoyingly constant.
“Okay, you’ve been grinning since morning,” Willow said, leaning on the counter with a knowing smirk. “Who’s the lucky guy, and do I get to be maid of honor?”
“Who says it’s a guy?” Ravyn asked, arching her brows.
“Oh. I
