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
I sat alone at the corner table of the cozy coffee shop, nursing my cooling cappuccino and trying to drown out the world with the soothing hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. It was my temporary refuge from the storm that had recently swept through my life. My phone b