(Mira)
For once, I went to bed with something good still sitting in my chest.
The party was over, the compound was quiet, and Ridge was beside me with his arm around my waist like he had no plans of letting me move too far from him, even in sleep.
I didn’t mind.
My body was tired, but it was the good kind of tired. The kind that came from too much laughter, too much food, too many people stopping me just to say they were glad I was there.
I kept thinking about the yard.
The music.
The kids running around.
It went exactly like how I wanted it to when I first told Ridge that I wanted a party.
Not fancy.
Not perfect in the way people tried too hard to make things perfect.
Just real.
People laughing. Food everywhere. Harlow acting like she was in charge even though I had planned mo
