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Chapter 148

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Sarah pov.

The house smelled like roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread, and the faint sound of laughter filled the air.

I was setting up the dining table when the doorbell rang. My friends had promised to come over for a small lunch, and even though I had planned everything carefully, I couldn’t shake the nervous flutter in my stomach.

Hosting anything felt like a big deal these days—I got tired so easily. But I missed my girls, and today felt like the perfect excuse to catch up.

“Coming!” I called out, adjusting a plate before hurrying to the door.

When I opened it, Tanya stood there with a big grin and an even bigger box wrapped in shiny paper. Behind her were Nina and Claire, both carrying smaller gift bags.

“Baby shower came early!” Tanya announced, stepping inside and kissing me on the cheek.

“Oh, come on,” I said, laughing. “It’s just lunch. No gifts necessary.”

“Yeah, well, too late,” Nina chimed in, holding up a bag decorated with tiny rattles and pacifiers.
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