Meghan’s P.O.V.
As the wedding celebration slowly wound down, I carefully boxed the remaining slices of cake, smiling as I scraped up the last crumbs. The cake had been a hit—practically demolished before the night was even over—and I could feel that rare glow of accomplishment warming me up from the inside. Lila and Skye had thanked me half a dozen times by now, practically bouncing over the design and flavor, and I had promised to drop the leftovers in a box so they could get another slice tomorrow when all the chaos of their wedding day would be over.
Just as I straightened up, Blade appeared next to me -once again-, hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, that mischievous glint in his eyes like he always had.
“Need a hand?” he asked me, strolling over as if it were the most na
