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I couldn’t be happier for my bestie. She’d scored a job with the most-sought-after stylist in LA—a connection she’d made through James, Brett’s fiancée. But now, she was on the road more than she was home, traveling the world to style their clients.

“When does she get back?”

“Next week,” I told him. “But only for three days, and then she leaves for Paris.”

He grinned. “LA has been good for her.”

“No, LA has been great for her.”

I quieted as Craig approached with two small plates in his hands. “Homemade pork dumplings over a seaweed, cucumber, and kimchi salad.” He placed them in front of us. “Enjoy.”

Every time I ate over here, Craig’s cooking continuously blew me away. He was better than any restaurant I’d been to in this city.

“Looks incredible, as always,” I told him, my mouth watering.

“And it smells delicious,” Jenner added.

He thanked us and went back inside the house.

“Wow.” I moaned from behind my hand, chewing my first bite. “This is wildly good.”

Jenner held his fork in the