“Alayna?” I hear Brandon call from the living room.
Lydia didn’t come this morning, so I had to prepare a very late breakfast because I chose not to waste any possible time with him alone.
“Darling?” Brandon appears in the kitchen, looking as delicious as ever in his casual white shirt and khaki shorts.
“Yes?” I pause a little. My hand is still covered with flour.
He crosses his arms. “Your parcels are here.”
My eyes widen, remembering they should be delivering my ring—I mean his ring today. After the sad email he received last night, he needs a little diversion of attention. I want him to feel happy, even just a little.