Nick's POV
I was living the dream, or at least, that's what it felt like.
Last night, Georgia smiled the same way she used to. There was something in her touch, in the way her eyes softened when she said those three words... I love you. It was as if a missing piece of her had found its way home. Not entirely, but enough for my heart to breathe again.
For the first time in weeks, I slept peacefully. No nightmares. No doubts. Just her voice echoing in my mind.
This morning, the penthouse was quiet — too quiet. Vicky and Ella had already taken Georgia, Katie, and Wendy to the resort to prepare for tomorrow. I'd insisted they go ahead, wanting her to enjoy the calm before our big day. Nora, the housekeeper, was gone too. I gave her a two-week paid vacation. So it was just me, a mug of black coffee, and my laptop.
I was halfway through checking my investment accounts when the doorbell rang.
I frowned. "Did they forget something?" I muttered, standing up and glancing at the monitor.
