Sky Ren's POV
Location: Her Dorm Room. Emotional Status: Unhinged in Love.
"I think I want our wedding to be at a castle," I said seriously, twirling a strand of my hair like I wasn't planning literal marriage with a man who had never smiled at me.
My best friend blinked at me. Slowly. Like she was buffering.
"Sky."
"Don't Sky me. I've thought this through."
"You've been back for ten minutes."
"And that's all I needed to know he's the one." I grabbed my pink fluffy notebook from my shelf—yes, the one with hearts and glitter and a hand-drawn "Mrs. Sky Ashford" doodled on the first page—and flipped it open dramatically.
"Okay so. I want three kids. No—four. Two boys, two girls. Balance. His genetics? Perfect. Mine? Glorious. That hair? Those eyes? Can you imagine?!"
"You literally tripped down the stairs twenty minutes ago."
"And he caught me. That's chemistry. Gravity tried to kill me and Kai Ashford was my hero. Write that down."
She blinked again.
I continued.
"So first daughter is named Lyria. It sounds expensive and princess-y. Second daughter is Mimi. No idea why. It just feels right. First son is—wait for it—Ren Kai Ashford Junior. Because legacy."
She looked at me like I was deranged.
I was.
And then I gasped.
"Wait. Our initials. SKY. SKY AND KAI. It rhymes. We're poetry. We're a hashtag. We're destined. Oh my God. What if the universe made me too much just to balance out how little he expresses? Yin and yang. Fire and ice. Sunflower and storm cloud. Me: 'HI KAI!!' Him: …dead silence but his soul is screaming."
"I'm gonna scream."
I dramatically threw myself onto the floor, arms outstretched like I was in a romance music video.
"And I'm gonna marry him. Just wait. Just WAIT. I will graduate law school as Mrs. Kai Ashford, and when we win our first big case together in court, we'll kiss under the rain outside the courthouse, and then he'll whisper—finally—'I've loved you since you stole my pen.'"
My best friend stared into the void.
I hugged her ankle from the floor. "You'll be the godmother. Obviously."
She kicked me off. Gently. Affectionately. Probably regretting kindergarten.
I smiled up at the ceiling, hopelessly in love. "I think I'll wear a pink dress to our engagement party. Just to annoy him."