(Michelle Lui's POV)
Saturday arrived faster than should be legal.
I woke up before my alarm again — except this time it wasn't anxiety.
It was…
A flutter.
A little spark.
A warm hum under my skin.
The kind of feeling you get before opening a present you already peeked at but still want to unwrap slowly.
I lay in bed staring at my ceiling.
Steven Sy asked me out.
Officially.
Properly.
Intentionally.
And I said yes.
I said yes because I want to know him.
Not the Steven I married in another life.
Not the Steve whose quiet grief made him feel far away even when he was next to me.
This Steven.
Steven now.
The one who steadied my tea cup on the plane.
The one who asked for a "proper moment."
The one who looked nervous.
Nervous for me.
My stomach flipped.
I rolled out of bed before my brain could overheat.
The Outfit Crisis
Mom burst into my room like she was auditioning for a drama.
"Michelle! Your father said a very expensive car is outside—OH. MY. GOD."
