Caitlin grinned. “All right, I’ll let you make a wish.”
Gordon looked down at her, his deep voice roughened by an edge of hoarseness. “Can’t let a good chance go to waste. I’m saving it for later.”
He paused, eyes fixed on her with an intensity that felt almost tangible. “Is that okay?” His gaze, dark and fathomless, seemed to draw her in, as if she might fall right into him.
She smiled, lips curving. “Fine by me. But you’re not allowed to get cocky—you have to keep this up.”
“Deal.”
Caitlin reached up and pinched his cheek, still half-disbelieving the moment. Just half an hour ago, they’d been nothing more than friends.
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Meanwhile, Raven waited outside the café, convinced that Gordon would come out and finally confess his feelings to her.
Suddenly, an excited buzz rippled through the crowd.
“Look! So many balloons!”
“They’re beautiful!”
“They’re all heart-shaped—someone must be making a declaration of love!”
“Hey, those balloons are coming from the rooftop garden at Lakeside Bistro. I heard someone booked the whole place today—bet it’s for a proposal!”
“A proposal at Lakeside Bistro? That must’ve cost a fortune!”
Raven’s head snapped up.
Sure enough, dozens of balloons floated into the sky, painting a breathtaking scene.
Clearly, Gordon was head over heels for her. He was even using real balloons for the rehearsal.
She couldn’t help but smile. If only these people knew she was the real star of this story—they’d be green with envy.
Balloons and all, the rehearsal must be wrapping up. It wouldn’t be long now. Any minute, Gordon would come out, flowers in hand, braving the wind and the fluttering balloons, and confess to her in front of everyone—maybe even get down on one knee and ask her to be his girlfriend.
Raven’s heart pounded in her chest, fast and wild, as if it might burst. She’d waited for this day for fifteen years. Fifteen years!
A girl’s voice rang out again, “Miss Kensington, I love you? Looks like today’s lucky lady is someone named Kensington!”
What?
Miss Kensington?!
Raven went pale, like icy water had been dumped over her head in the dead of winter, chilling her all the way to her bones.
How could it be Miss Kensington?
Her name was Raven Cartwright.
Cartwright—Raven Cartwright!

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