Sophia's POV
After pressing send, I sat on the edge of the bed, my phone clutched in both hands like a lifeline.
While I waited, my thumb hovered over another notification—a link Emily had sent earlier with a string of winking emojis and the caption: "Essential honeymoon supplies! You're welcome."
Don't open it, I told myself. You know exactly what kind of things Emily considers "essential."
But curiosity won, as it always did.
I tapped the link.
Oh. Oh God.
My face immediately caught fire as the shopping page loaded. Silk lingerie sets in jewel tones. Lace bodysuits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Something called a "romance enhancement kit" that I refused to examine too closely.
Emily, what are you doing to me?
I scrolled down, my cheeks burning hotter with each
