After taking a cold shower that did nothing to ease the ache running through me, I slipped into a fresh dress and was just brushing out my hair when Fiona knocked and popped her head inside.
“Come on, baby Kendra,” she said, her voice bright. “I prepared a picnic for us in the garden. I even stole a bottle of champagne from Scott.”
I blinked, still caught somewhere between heat and confusion, but I shrugged and let her tug me out of the room.
The back garden was beautiful. Vibrant with color, sunlight soft on the grass, and birds chirping in that careless way that made everything feel less heavy.
“Oh wow,” I said, unable to stop the little smile that touched my lips. “It’s beautiful out here.”
Fiona bent at a small garden fridge tucked beside the hedge, then stood back up with a pop o
