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First â a huge, warm, heartfelt THANK YOU for diving into this story and living every laugh, tear, and heartbeat with me. Youâre the reason these worlds exist, and I couldnât do it without your love and support. Truly, you make all the words worth it! đ
If you enjoyed this journey, Iâve got even more adventures waiting for you! Make sure you check out The Proxy Bride and I Was More Than Pretty â two stories packed with twists, heart, and those little moments that make you smile, gasp, and maybe even swoon. đ
Hereâs my promise to you: as long as you keep reading, commenting, and sharing your thoughts, every new book I release will be just as interesting, just as emotional, and just as impossible to put down. I mean it â fun, drama, love, suspense⊠all wrapped up in pages that are waiting for you. đâš
So keep your hearts ready, your tea hot, and your snacks nearby â the next story is coming, and I canât wait for us to live it together.
With endless gratitude and a little mischief,
Onyes
Hey, lovely readers! đ„°First â a huge, warm, heartfelt THANK YOU for diving into this story and living every laugh, tear, and heartbeat with me. Youâre the reason these worlds exist, and I couldnât do it without your love and support. Truly, you make all the words worth it! đIf you enjoyed this journey, Iâve got even more adventures waiting for you! Make sure you check out The Proxy Bride and I Was More Than Pretty â two stories packed with twists, heart, and those little moments that make you smile, gasp, and maybe even swoon. đHereâs my promise to you: as long as you keep reading, commenting, and sharing your thoughts, every new book I release will be just as interesting, just as emotional, and just as impossible to put down. I mean it â fun, drama, love, suspense⊠all wrapped up in pages that are waiting for you. đâšSo keep your hearts ready, your tea hot, and your snacks nearby â the next story is coming, and I canât wait for us to live it together.With endless gratitude and
Summer had returned.Not with fanfare.With memory.The sun hung high over the park, warm and golden, casting long shadows across the grass. Cherry trees bloomed once more â their blossoms soft pink, trembling in the breeze, petals dforester like whispers through the air.And beneath them, life gathered.Not in silence.In joy.A long picnic blanket stretched across the hill, weighed down by baskets of sandwiches, fruit, lemonade in mason jars, and a towering cake that read: â Years of Love, Laughter, and Loud Friends.âAnd around it â everyone.Lena sat beside her husband, Julian, their daughter asleep in a stroller beside them. She wore a flowing linen dress, her engagement ring glinting as she laughed at something he whispered. Aether & Thread had become a quiet sensation â sustainable, elegant, worn by women who didnât need to shout to be seen. And now, Lena was no longer just a designer.She was a mother.A wife.A woman who had found love not in grand gestures, but in quiet morni
The park was alive.The garden was beautiful as always.Not with noise.With life.Childrenâs laughter rang across the grass.A breeze stirred the cherry blossoms, sending petals drifting like snow.The fountain in the center sparkled under the afternoon sun, its soft splash blending with the hum of distant laughter and the squeak of swings.And beneath the same garden tree â the one with the twisted roots and the carved initials half-faded by time â Daniel and Sophia sat on the old wooden bench.Not close.Closer.Her head on his shoulder.His arm around her.Her hand resting gently on her lap â no longer swollen with pregnancy, but marked by the softness of motherhood.They were quiet.Not because they had nothing to say.Because they didnât need to.Some loves donât speak in words.They breathe in silence.âThis is where you ran,â Daniel said, voice low.She didnât have to ask what he meant.She remembered.Every heartbeat.The day her parents had told him to leave.The way her wor
One year.Thatâs all it had been.One year since the oak grove stood still beneath a sky of stars.Since wildflowers lined the path where she walked toward him.Since he took her hand and whispered not just vows, but a lifetime.And now?Now the world had softened into something deeper than love.Something lived.Home.Not just walls.But warmth.The scent of cinnamon toast in the morning.Tiny fingers gripping a fatherâs thumb.The quiet hum of a lullaby sung in the dark.And love.Not loud.Not grand.But constant.Like breath.Like light.Like the quiet certainty that every heartbeat between them was a promise kept.The evening sun dipped behind the hills, spilling gold through the nursery window. Dust motes danced in the air. A mobile of silver stars turned gently above the crib, catching the light.Sophia sat in the rocking chair, barefoot, hair loose, a soft sweater draped over her shoulders. In her arms, wrapped in a sky-blue blanket, was Theodore, their son â just a year old, h
The oak grove held its breath.Not a leaf stirred.Not a bird sang.Even the wind paused â as if the world itself knew: something sacred was about to happen.Sunlight spilled through the ancient branches like liquid gold, painting the aisle in soft, trembling light. Petals of white roses and lavender were scattered along the path, crushed gently beneath the first step of a woman who had waited not just days, not just years â but lifetimes â for this moment.And there she stood.Sophia.In a gown of ivory silk, so delicate it looked spun from moonlight.The lace on her back fastened with tiny pearl buttons â each one a promise.Her veil, edged with silver thread, fluttered like a whisper against her hair.In her hands, a bouquet of wild roses, lavender, and a single sprig of cherry blossom â his favorite, because he had once said, âIt reminds me of you. Soft. Strong. Unforgettable.âShe didnât move at first.Just stood at the edge of the grove, heart pounding, breath caught in her throa
Weeks passed like petals falling in spring.The twins â Kael and Lila â thrived.Their cries softened into coos.Their tiny hands learned to grip fingers.Their eyes, still wide with wonder, followed light, faces, the soft glow of the nursery mobile that spun above their cribs â a delicate carousel of stars and horses, handmade by Nathanâs mother.And in the quiet of the ranch house, life bloomed in new rhythms.Elena, back to her strength but still glowing with the softness of new motherhood, sat by the window each morning, nursing Lila while Kael slept in the crook of her arm. The sun painted golden stripes across the floor. The scent of lavender and baby powder hung in the air.And Nathan?He was trying.With all his heart.But fatherhood had turned him into a walking comedy of errors.One morning, he proudly announced he had âmastered the swaddle.âFive seconds later, Kael popped free like a burrito unrolling.He read the baby book aloud: âAt this stage, infants respond to soothin