Marrying the Ex Uncle
We shared a quiet moment, snickering like we were teenagers again, and for the first time in this whole charade, I felt a little lighter.
But then, the party started to wind down, and Granny Maria called Quinn and me over. There was mischief written all over her face, the kind that told me she was up to something.
“I have a little wedding gift for the two of you,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. She pulled out a small envelope, handing it over with a beaming smile.
Quinn opened it, his brows lifting slightly as he pulled out two plane tickets.
“Italy,” he said, glancing at me.
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