A quick knock on my bedroom door jolted me from the sugary, sweet thoughts that filled my head. I was now used to feeling that way after I'd spoken or been around Chase.
"Yes, come in," I called at the door.
The handle moved, and the door was pushed open as Ryan poked his head in. "Ready to go?"
I took a deep breath, channeling my confidence immediately after the call. I was Chase's wife and the queen, I thought, repeating the words in my head like a mantra.
'You are much more than that. You are YOU. And that is what matters the most,' Nia said softly and I smiled at the encouragement.
"As ready as I can be," I responded, quickly rushing to the mirror to fix the curly tendrils of my hair that had flown out of the ponytail I'd put it in.
Ryan stood by the door, his stance very re
