Chapter Six
I fluff and reposition the throw pillows on my couch for the eighth time in the last five minutes, grateful that I completed the deep-clean of my townhome last night. The place is as spotless as it’s been since I moved in, but these damn pillows are driving my living room’s feng shui off a cliff.
Yes. This is what I’ve become.
Chill, Bax. It’s not like Angus is going to withhold his blessing for your and Piper’s relationship based on the wonky positioning of a few cushions.
He won’t, right?
Right??
I move to my dining table, now expertly covered with an elegant tablecloth. On top are three place settings, including glassware, stainless steel utensils, and napkins, all graciously loaned to me by Gina. If I tune out the rest of the room, I’d swear this was a table one would
