Oliver had gone downstairs—he was grabbing the food we’d just ordered.
I flopped on the bed, phone in hand, rushing to customize a cake. While I was at it, I gave Logan a quick call. "Hey, Logan, could you pick up some gift boxes for me tomorrow?"
"Oh, Luna," Logan said politely, "of course, I’ll take care of it."
After hanging up, Oliver still hadn’t come back.
So I sneakily logged into Oliver’s account and reposted something from his page.
I’d seen it back in Italy, but the wave of emotion it hit me with had pushed it aside until now.
"From now on, you’re part of my story too," I whispered, then posted it on my own account.
Still not enough.
I quickly changed my username to “Fluffy Sketchbook”.
With so many people waiting for updates from me, the moment I hit
