Olivia
I stood there in the middle of the lively festival, the weight of Angela’s suggestion still floating through the air like a tantalizing dream. The idea of getting married tonight, right here at the festival, seemed both thrilling and impossible.
My heart raced with the thought, but practicality held me back.
Admittedly, it had crossed my mind earlier when we were sitting in the cafe. But it had only been on my mind for a moment, and I had quickly chalked it up to the pregnancy hormones or the festive atmosphere or my broken heart.
I had instantly told myself that it was silly and not a good idea, and yet now here I was, listening to my best friend come up with the exact same idea as though she had read my mind.
Before I could respond to Angela’s proposal, the bustling sounds o
