DEMETRIA

Meanwhile, in the bakery…

“Congratulations, Anas!” I shrieked out loud, happy for my friend. She’s now a fiancée. “I’m so happy for you. We have to prepare for a Mexican wedding, huh?” I teased her.

“Of course, Deme!” Anastasia’s laughter bubbled through the line, rich with joy. “You won’t believe what he did. Oh my God, it was perfect. Like out of a telenovela.”

I leaned forward in my chair, already grinning. “Spill! Don’t leave me ...