Sienna's POV

The bakery’s warmth drops away the second I step outside, and the night hits me clean and cool. I tug my cardigan closer and head down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, my engagement ring flashing each time it catches a streetlamp.

My smile won’t let up. A stranger’s small kindness—someone who’d been at my party—feels like a stamp of approval on this life I’m putting together. Like proof it’s real. Like proof I’m allowed to have good ...