(Scarlett's POV)
The cool night air feels refreshing after the warmth of the bakery. I pull my cardigan tighter around myself and walk quickly down the sidewalk, my engagement ring catching the streetlights.
I can't stop smiling. Even this random act of kindness from someone who was at my party feels like proof that this new life I'm building is real. That I deserve good things.
Dorian wanted to come with me, but there's no need. Murphy's Courier is only three blocks away, and I'll be back in fifteen minutes.
The street is quiet but well-lit. A few cars pass by, their headlights sweeping across the pavement. Normal evening traffic.
I think about the ring on my finger, about the way Lily's face lit up when Dorian said he'd be honored to be her daddy. About Elena's tears of joy and Chlo
