The morning after the engagement party, I woke up with a headache and a heavy feeling in my chest. I kept replaying that moment in the kitchen—Isaac’s fingers brushing mine, the way he said my name like it meant something more. I shook it off as I got dressed. This was ridiculous. He was engaged to my sister. End of story.
Downstairs, Elena was already dressed for work in her sharp blazer and heels, coffee in hand. She looked perfect, as usual. “Joyce, thank God you’re here. Work is insane this week. Can you help with some wedding stuff? Venue visits, cake tasting… Isaac said he can join you for a few things since I can’t get away.”
My stomach twisted. “Me? Aren’t there professionals for that?”
She waved her hand. “You have such good taste. And it’ll be fun for you two to bond. He’s fam
