“Yes,” Scarlett chimed in. “Less time worrying about legal matters means more time worrying about the wedding. And it makes you look like a responsible man by taking such a ‘heavy’ burden off your fiance’s shoulders.” Silence hung heavy in the air as Timothy considered our proposal. Scarlett watch
TIMOTHY POV Timothy parked his car in the sprawling lot outside the grand building that Stella and her father had chosen as the venue for the wedding. The late afternoon sun bathed the surroundings in a warm, golden light, but Timothy felt far from peaceful. There was a sense of determination as
As I sat at home, I found myself engrossed in a book, trying to lose myself in its pages and forget about the world around me. My phone chimed, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen to see a message from Scarlett saying that she wanted me to come over lunch as a thank you for my help on he
TIMOTHY POV Timothy had never been much of a chef. He could whip up something decent, much like he had when he’d cooked for Evie, but that was a loving gesture fueled by his own need to impress her. He had to impress Evie in other ways now, which included getting on Stella's good side and getting
Stella considered for a moment, tapping a finger against her lips. "You can make it up to me by letting me throw a wedding shower for us." Timothy raised an eyebrow, surprised by her request. A wedding shower? It wasn't what he had expected, but if that's what it would take, he was willing to agre
I had been peacefully lost in the pages of a book when the tranquility was shattered by the sound of my door slamming open. Startled, I looked up to find Aria bursting into my room, her face flushed with excitement, and her chest heaving with anticipation. "Evie!" Aria cried, her voice tinged with
"Evie?" He was already by my side, following my pace before I could go any further. I turned to face him, my heart racing, and forced a smile. "Timothy? I didn't expect to see you here." He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that had always made my heart weak. "I could say the
TIMOTHY POV The next day, Timothy returned home after an invigorating hockey practice. The icy chill of the rink had invigorated him, and he felt strangely elated as he entered his cozy apartment. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his breath hung in the air as he exhaled. As he stripped