Micah’s POV
I stand in front of the mirror, holding the silky strip of fabric in my hands like it's an alien artifact. The tie, a seemingly simple accessory, has become my nemesis this morning. I pull one end tighter, trying to mimic the tutorial I half-heartedly watched earlier.
My reflection betrays me, showing a skewed and lopsided knot that looks more like modern art gone wrong than a professional tie.
Frustration creeps in, and I let out an exasperated sigh. With a defeated shrug, I decide to embrace the chaos and wear my crooked tie with a hint of rebellion. I snatch my briefcase from the dresser and head towards the door, ready to go to work.
Just as I'm about to make my escape, Fiona emerges from the kitchen. Her hair is in a loose bun and she’s still wearing the apron from wh
