Maddy's POV
If someone had told me six months ago that I'd be here — sipping an overpriced latte, scrolling through glowing work emails, and smiling without forcing it — I'd have laughed in their face. But here I was.
The little café on the corner of Rose Street was buzzing with chatter, the smell of freshly baked pastries hanging in the air. Across from me, Sarah was tearing into a croissant like it had personally offended her.
"So," she said, mouth full, "tell me everything. And I mean everything. The dinner, the ring, the look on his face when he called you his fiancée — give me the cinematic version, Madds."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You make it sound like a movie."
And a movie it felt like. I couldn't shake off the image tattooed on my mind of Nate last night makin
