I had the whole house to myself.
No Elena, no Aunt Lily, no interruptions—just me and the endless possibilities of how to propose to the love of my life.
This should have been a good thing.
Instead, it was absolute chaos.
I paced through the living room, arms crossed, muttering to myself. "Alright, Carmen, think. You need a plan. A good plan. No—an amazing plan. Something Elena will never forget."
I flopped onto the couch, groaning. "Why is this so hard?"
And then, because the universe clearly had a twisted sense of humor, Ciara appeared.
She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like she had already witnessed me embarrassing myself and was simply here to enjoy the aftermath.
"Talking to yourself again?" she asked. "You know, they say that's a sign of insanity."
I grabbed a throw pillow and launched it at her. She dodged effortlessly and sauntered in, plopping down on the couch beside me.