(Andrew POV)
The brochures are stacked now, garden venue locked in, but my phone's buzzing again, cutting through the quiet. Julia's text glows. She's been at me, relentless, since Luke mentioned her texting me at the coffee truck, and I've been dodging, letting Sophie's wedding plans bury it. I rub my eyes, grit stinging, sighing loud enough to make Sophie glance over from the kitchen, mid-pour.
"Luke again?" she asks, coffee sloshing into her mug, ring glinting as she lifts it.
"Nah," I mutter, sitting up, grabbing my phone off the cushion. "Julia."
Sophie smirks, leaning on the counter, sipping slow. "Work friend?"
"Yeah," I say, half-true, typing quick: "Fine, coffee tomorrow. Quick." I hit send, fast, no take backs, tossing it back down, thud soft on the fabric. "Keeps texting, w
