Makenna's POV.

I finally settled down at my desk, determined to get some writing done. The sun was filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Just as I started typing, my phone rang, startling me.

“Fiancée of the moment!” Yas’s voice burst through the speaker with her usual enthusiasm. “What are you doing?”

I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. “Hey, Yas. I’m working.”

“Working?!” Yas yelled dramatically. “Are ...