I grinned, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through my veins. "You'll see," I teased, reaching over to gently squeeze his hand. "Just trust me." Timothy chuckled, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze in return. "Alright, Evie. You have control of the GPS." After putting in the address, I w
I gasped in astonishment at the sight before me. The rooftop lounge was transformed into a chic oasis, with twinkling fairy lights casting a warm glow over the space and plush lounge seating scattered around the perimeter. The city skyline stretched out before us, a breathtaking backdrop to the fest
"Evie, you're killing it!" Sarah shouted over the music, her eyes bright with excitement. I laughed, feeling the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders with each step. "Thanks, Sarah! I'm just having fun!" As the song reached its climax, I threw my arms up into the air, a wide grin spreadi
The midday sun poured through the windows of Timothy's cozy kitchen, casting warm patches of light across the worn wooden table where we sat. The remnants of our lunch—half-eaten sandwiches and crumbs of bread—lay scattered across the tabletop. As we savored the last sips of our coffee, the topic
"How many times were you planning on wearing it?" I replied with a grin. As we continued to brainstorm ideas and make decisions, our conversations were filled with laughter and lighthearted banter. We debated the merits of different cake flavors ("Chocolate or vanilla?" "Why not both?"), whether t
As Timothy and I stepped into the grand foyer of the mansion, the air thick with anticipation, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. Kamran's unexpected invitation had left me feeling apprehensive, my mind swirling with a million questions and doubts. As we
The tension that had filled the air dissipated slowly as Timothy and Kamran shared a few moments of heartfelt conversation, leaving me to marvel at the unexpected turn of events. I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope as I watched father and son begin to mend their fractured relationship, their
TIMOTHY POV Timothy strolled through the bustling streets of downtown, a brown paper bag in hand, the scent of freshly baked donuts wafting through the air. His heart pounded with anticipation as he approached the towering glass building that housed his brother's office. With a determined stride