I'm not sure my nerves can take any more surprises. One or two more whelms, and I'll be firmly in overwhelmed territory.
But Samuil looks so handsome smiling at me, and I don't want to disappoint him after everything he's done. So I throw the door open, prepared to ooh and ahh over whatever brand name gown, world-class meal, or chest of gold he's got waiting for me.
But absolutely nothing prepares me for what's waiting on the other side.
"Hey, babe."
Hope is dressed in a tartan skirt and a fuzzy white sweater, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed casually over her chest. So calm, cool, and la-di-freaking-da that I want to scream just looking at her.
I promptly hurl myself forward and we collide in a tangle of hair and limbs. "Don't 'hey, babe' me, all cool! What in the
