Lila’s P.O.V.
I sat across from Skye at a cozy table at the same restaurant where I had been once before, only during my first visit I had been in my wedding dress, running away from my problems, but now my heart was still fluttering with the excitement of the day. Now, it felt like the restaurant had a warm, rustic charm to it, with wooden beams overhead and soft, ambient lighting that made everything feel intimate and inviting. I took a sip of water, trying to calm myself, but it was hard to do when Skye’s presence made me feel so jittery—and happy.
“I still can’t believe Maggie was so pleased,” I said, smiling at Skye.
“I mean, I was so nervous, and the kids were a handful, but it was… fun.”
Skye grinned, his deep brown eyes twinkling with pride.
“I knew you’d be great. The kids
