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“But probably not,” she adds after a few seconds. “Vivi isn’t interested inhim.”

I’m so glad to hear this. I know she’ll find someone eventually, but right now, the thought makes me sick.

Our conversation is interrupted by Kyle and Addi returning to the table with their drinks and an assortment of pastries to share. They settle in and are eager to catch me up on the wedding plans they’ve started putting together. I nod along like a dedicated best man should, but my mind is miles away.

I’ve attended my fair share of events—it comes with the territory of my career. From elaborate galas to intimate parties, I’ve seen it all. But I must admit, the twins’ birthday party is nothing short of spectacular. Addi, along with Claire, the event planner, has truly outdone herself. Every detail is perfectly put together, making it clear just how much thought and effort went into the planning.

The party is at the country club where Addi’s parents are longtime members. The ballroom is cleverly divided down the center—one side dedicated to Kyle and the other to Katie, each reflecting their distinct personalities. Kyle’s half is a bold, blue, while Katie’s side is draped in rich shades of purple, elegant and chic. A massive balloon arch blends the two colors and connects the two sides. Right in the center, is a split cake uniquely decorated—the flavors are half carrot cake and half chocolate—the twins’ favorites.

I arrive early with my parents before most of the other guests. My mom immediately rushes off to find Laura. Meanwhile, my dad wastes no time making a beeline for the bar, and I have a feeling I won’t be far behind him. For now, I hesitate near the entrance, letting the atmosphere settle around me. The room is lit up with string lights, the music is low in the background, and the caterers are moving quickly setting up the buffet table.

I take a deep breath. I’m relieved everything with Kyle is resolved, but there’s still a heaviness in my chest. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen Vivian since the night she ended things. My stomach twists at the thought. I’m wondering if it will be awkward when we see each other.

Regardless, tonight isn’t about us—it’s about celebrating our best friends, and if there’s one thing we’ve mastered, it’s coexisting for their sake. We’ve had plenty of practice, so this should be easy, right?

I push my doubts out of my mind as I make my way across the room to join my dad at the bar. He’s already deep in conversation with a guy at the counter and the bartender, laughing like they’re lifelong friends. That’s my dad—he can strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere. Both of my parents are like this.

“Here he is,” my dad announces proudly, clapping a firm hand on my back. “The star goalie of the Tennessee Wolves.”

I grin. My dad never misses an opportunity to brag about me, and I’ve grown used to it over the years.

I extend my hand to the man he’s talking to. “Mac Evans.”

“The best man himself,” the man replies with a nod. “I’m Dave Cooper, Addi’s father.”

Ah. So this is Kyle’s future father-in-law. He’s definitely a guy I need to make a good impression on.

“Good to meet you. Addi’s great. Kyle is a very lucky man.” I tell him.

“She is,” he agrees, taking a sip of his drink. “And we really like Kyle. Their engagement was quick, but I’ve never seen my daughter happier. That’s all I care about.”

It’s clear by his tone how much he adores his daughter. And he likes Kyle, which is a good sign.

I signal the bartender and order a drink while theconversation shifts to the one subject I could discuss for hours—hockey. This topic is my comfort zone and helps to take my mind off seeing Vivian this evening. I’m sure once the initial interaction takes place it’ll be fine.

Guests begin arriving, and I see a lot of familiar faces. Many of them I’ve known forever—old friends, neighbors, and relatives I’ve met over the years. I grin and greet everyone I encounter, while my parents take the opportunity to sing my praises. I let them enjoy it while my attention is elsewhere. I can’t help but look around continuously for a glimpse of Vivian.

A sudden burst of cheers cuts through the noise, and we all turn toward the door. Addi and Dallin lead the way, followed closely by Katie and Kyle, their faces glowing with excitement. The moment they step inside, the entire room breaks into song, launching an off-key version of “Happy Birthday.” I cringe because this is the worst song ever. When is someone going to create a new version?

Still, I clap along, watching Katie and Kyle move through the crowd, greeting the guests with hugs and handshakes. I continue scanning the crowd again.Where is Vivian?

She would never miss Katie’s birthday party. Nothing could keep her from this night.

An uncomfortable feeling comes over me—what if she skipped it because of me? The idea sends a sharp stabbing feeling through my chest.

I need some answers.

I’m about to pull Katie away from her guests when I finally spot Vivian. She steps through the door, a few wrapped gifts balanced in her arms. A rush of emotions surge through me—relief, anticipation, and adrenaline. She’s even more beautiful than I remember, as if that were even possible. She’s wearing a short, flowy white dress that fitsher like a glove. Her long hair cascades in soft waves over her shoulders, and for a moment everything and everyone else around her fades. I only see her.

It takes all my strength to physically stop myself from crossing the room and pulling her into my arms like she belongs there.

Addi moves to greet her, and they exchange a few words. I should turn away and stop staring, but I’m unable to. My eyes are locked on her, and if anyone notices, I’ll need to come up with a quick excuse for why I’m acting so weird. Not that I care what anyone thinks.

The only thing that matters is that she’s here where she should be.

Kyle comes into view, and I make my way toward him, weaving through the crowd.

I step toward him, patting him on the back.

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