The gentle breeze teased Riele’s curls as she stepped out of the car, her fingers still intertwined with Jay’s. The soft scent of saltwater floated in the air, and before them stood the breathtaking beachfront villa Jay had chosen—a quiet, private slice of paradise. The sun dipped low, casting golden hues over the calm waves. Riele turned to Jay, eyes wide with wonder."This place is beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.Jay smiled, brushing his thumb across the back of her hand. “Not as beautiful as you. But it’s close.”She blushed, laughing gently. “You always know the right thing to say.”They walked up the wooden path that led to the villa, their bags carried by resort staff who greeted them respectfully before disappearing. As the front doors opened, Riele gasped. The suite was spacious and elegant, draped in soft whites and sandy neutrals. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a view of the endless ocean, and the sound of crashing waves drifted in like a lullaby.J
The morning sky stretched wide and soft, painted with streaks of gold and delicate clouds. It was the kind of morning that whispered promises—of joy, of love, of forever. Inside Charlotte’s house, laughter filled the air like music. The scent of flowers and faint notes of vanilla-scented candles danced in the corners of the bridal room.Riele sat in front of the mirror, dressed in a white silk robe, her eyes still. Her reflection didn’t quite feel like her—it looked too graceful, too still, like someone preparing to step into a life she had only dreamed of. Charlotte stood behind her, brushing her long dark hair gently.“You’re about to be someone’s wife, Rie,” Charlotte whispered, her voice tender.“I know,” Riele murmured, trying to keep her hands from trembling in her lap.Charlotte gave her a warm smile through the mirror. “You're beautiful. I almost don’t want to let him have you.”Riele chuckled softly, blinking back the heat building in her eyes. “Don’t make me cry, not yet. We
Jay stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt when his phone rang. He picked it up immediately, seeing the name that made his heart skip—Mom.“Hello, Mom!” he answered, already smiling.Her voice came through warm and eager. “Jay, I’ve just landed. I’m at the airport now.”His grin widened. “You’re here already? That’s amazing! Give me a second—I’ll call Riele and we’ll be on our way.”“Good. And make sure she’s dressed nicely. Today is a very special day,” she added with a teasing tone before ending the call.Without hesitation, Jay dialed Riele’s number.“Hey, love,” Riele said, her voice still soft with sleep. “What’s up?”“She’s here,” Jay said excitedly. “My mom just landed. Can you get ready quickly? I want us to go together.”“Oh—already?” Riele asked, suddenly alert. “Okay, okay, give me like twenty minutes. Should I wear something formal?”Jay chuckled. “Just be yourself. You’re perfect the way you are.”By the time Jay pulled up in front of her house, R
Jay had just finished sorting some paperwork in his study when his phone began to buzz. He glanced at the screen—“Mom.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He hadn’t spoken to her in a few days, not since he mentioned Riele’s proposal acceptance. Sitting back in his chair, he answered the call.“Hello, Mom.”“Jay,” came the warm, steady voice on the other end. “I’ve been waiting for you to call me. How are you, my son?”Jay leaned back, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “I’m good, Mom. Things have been… peaceful.”There was a pause, and then a chuckle. “Peaceful? That’s not something I usually hear from you. Is this because of Riele?”Jay’s cheeks warmed. “Maybe. Actually… yeah. She said yes.”“Oh my goodness.” His mother let out a gleeful laugh that made Jay's heart swell. “Finally! I knew she would. I could feel it in your voice when you spoke about her. You sounded different.”Jay laughed softly. “I do feel different. Happier. Like I can breathe.”“I’ve waited for thi
The front door swung open with an easy creak, and Charlotte’s cheerful voice rang through the hallway before she even stepped in.“Guess who brought the best cupcakes in town!” she announced, holding up a small white box as Riele and Jay stepped into the living room behind her, laughter already bubbling in their throats.Utter appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “You brought cupcakes and didn’t bring drinks to go with them? What kind of hospitality is this?”Charlotte rolled her eyes and handed the box to him. “You’ve got juice, don’t you?”Jay chuckled and set his keys on the side table. “She’s got a point. Cupcakes are meant to be chased with something cold.”“I’ll take care of it,” Riele offered, moving toward the kitchen, and Charlotte followed. They talked softly, moving around like they had done this a thousand times—comfortably, naturally.Utter and Jay took seats in the living room, their conversation light, mostly filled with subtle jabs and shared laughte
Kim stood in the kitchen, moving from the stovetop to the counter with surprising ease for someone who rarely cooked. A hint of golden sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft lines across the floor. The scent of sizzling eggs, grilled tomatoes, and toasted bread filled the air. He tasted the scrambled eggs with the tip of a spoon, added a pinch more salt, and stirred again, focused like a chef on a mission.He looked around, everything had to be just right. The table was neatly set: two warm plates, gleaming silverware, and two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. It was the first time in months he’d done something like this. Not because he had to. But because he wanted to.From the bedroom, Jane stirred. Her eyes fluttered open as Ian’s soft cries broke through the quiet of the early morning. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and reached for her son, who was wriggling gently in his crib.“It’s okay, baby,” she whispered, lifting him into her arms. “Shhh.”She swayed