Page 162 of The Wedding Menu

“I just needed to compliment the chef, because these cakes are…” As Heaven stands, I gesture to her to sit down again. “Please, stay.”

When Ian pulls me onto his lap, Heaven smiles. “Ian was telling me you’re a chef.”

“I am, yes.”

“You know, Shane and I actually own this building, and there’s this property that recently got vacated. A restaurant.”

“Really?”

Heaven nods. “Right there.” She looks to the left, and once I turn to the spot she’s pointing to, my breath hitches and shivers run through my body. And Ian’s reaction must be similar, because I feel his chest rise sharply against my back, then slowly fall.

The restaurant is empty, and the insignia on top is gone too; only the screws left. But on the large window facing the garden, there’s the illustration of a big, beautiful, yellow… daisy.

I twist, my fingers tightening on the back of Ian’s neck, and dragging my eyes away from destiny itself, I focus on him. There’s a single tear rolling down his cheek, but as he blinks, another one falls.

I kiss his cheek, then his forehead, the tip of his nose, his eyes. Until he looks at me, and I need no words to know.

Turning to Heaven, I nod. “We’ll take it.”

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