Kayden
Two weeks later
"For the last time, Rhys, you don't need to come with me. It's just a friendship date," I said, repeating myself for what felt like the hundredth time as I stood near the entrance of our living room.
I smoothed down the oversized black hoodie I was wearing, pulling a dark face mask over my chin. "I haven't seen Soren since he and Rio won their Olympic medal, and you weren't invited to this one. Besides, I'm wearing a disguise. With this hoodie and mask, no one is even going to recognize me."
Rhys gave me a doubtful look, tilting his head as his blue eyes scanned my face mask before he slowly pulled me into his arms. "I'm just worried, baby," he murmured, his arms wrapping around my waist with careful tenderness. "Our wedding is in two days, and I don't want anything happening to you." He pulled back just enough to gently pinch my cheek. "I promise I won't bother you guys. I'll just sit at a separate table and mind my own business. What do you say?"
