EMILY’S POVThe last of my caramel latte is cold, but I’m still sipping it when my phone buzzes in my lap. I glance down, and my heart does that stupid fluttering thing it only ever does for one person these days.Carlos: Your ride’s outside, hermosa.My brows lift in surprise. “What?”“What?” Bridget and Helen ask at the same time, eyes locked on me.I turn the screen so they can see the message, and right on cue, a sleek black limo comes to a stop in front of the café window. Bridget squeals. “Oh my God! Is that for you?”Helen’s jaw drops. “Carlos sent you a limo?! Girl, are you dating a billionaire or a fairy tale?”Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I can’t stop the grin spreading on my face. “Apparently... both?”The girls are already halfway out of their chairs. Bridget grabs her purse while Helen clutches her drink like it’s suddenly champagne. They practically drag me to the front of the café with excited gasps and giggles.“This is better than a rom-com,” Helen whispers, eyes wi
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