Annabelle
My hands tremble as I straighten the plates on the picnic table for the third time. The backyard looks perfect, colorful paper lanterns strung across the patio, the grill prepped and ready, and Ashlynn's toys neatly tucked away in her outdoor bin. Everything is in place, except my nerves.
"Hey," Nolan's voice comes from behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. "Breathe. It's just our friends."
I lean back into his chest, savoring the warmth. "I know. But this makes it official. Real."
"Second thoughts?" His voice holds a note of vulnerability that makes my heart ache.
I turn in his arms. "Not a single one."
The kiss I give him is gentle but firm, a promise. When we part, his eyes are bright with something that looks dangerously close to love.
"We should tell Ashlynn before everyone gets here," I say, glancing at the princess-shaped wall clock visible through the kitchen window. "They'll be here in less than an hour."