My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin
“I love you, sweetheart. More than you know.”
The call ended, and a notification popped up almost immediately. Transfer received. I stared at it, shaking my head. Only my mother could shut down an escape plan and fund an adventure instead.
An hour later, I stepped outside in dark jeans, white trainers, and the soft blue cardigan I’d nearly left at home. Rico’s folded tourist map was in my jacket pocket. When I opened it, I couldn’t help laughing. He’d marked it with stars and notes: Best pizza. Avoid this coffee shop—it’s terrible. Great cheesecake. You’ll thank me later.