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    Brian hadn’t expected her to bring it up, but he was prepared.

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    “I’ve already arranged a custom gift,” he said. “For the day itself, I don’t n on making it a big event. Jake’s still young. No need for anything too formal. Just thought we’d have dinner with both families. Does that sound alright to you?”

    Jessica nodded. “Sounds good. Let’s keep it simple. But I haven’t sorted out a gift yet. Could youe with me to the mall tomorrow?”

    She sounded a little guilty. The past few weeks had been consumed by filming, and the date had slipped her mind.

    “Of course,” Brian agreed without hesitation.

    The next morning, they left early and headed to a nearby mall. As they stepped out of the car, they happened to run into Wesley, who was shopping for a gift with Sana.

    “Well, what a coincidence,” Jessica greeted them with a smile. “Want to join us? We could grab lunch after.”

    Sana, despite still being annoyed with Wesley, instinctively looked as if she might say yes, but Wesley stepped in first, politely declining. “Thanks, but we’re heading to a friend’s weddingter. Maybe next time.”

    “I never said I was going with you,” Sana muttered under her breath, clearly dragged along against her will.

    Wesley gave a mild smile and said nothing more. He waved briefly at Jessica and Brian, then led Sana away, firm but not unkind.

    Jessica watched them igo/ii, /ithen leaned toward Brian and murmured, “Do you think they’re actually together?”

    Brian slipped an arm around her waist, watching the pair with quiet rity. “It doesn’t really matter. Dr. Finch won’t let her slip away.”

    Jessica thought about that and had to admit it made sense. Wesley was clearly taken with Sana, and she didn’t seem entirely unwilling. There was no point in overthinking it.

    She turned back to Brian, ba /bsmile forming in her eyes. “Let’s forget about them. Come on. Time to find Jake’s gift.”

    Elsewhere, in the elevator Wesley had gently but firmly steered her into, Sana moved to stand as far from him as possible the moment she had space.

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    Wesley couldn’t help butugh. “Still mad?”

    She shot him a look. “What do you think?”

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    “I told you. I don’t want to go. It’s your friend’s wedding, not mine. Why drag me into it? I don’t even know them. I’ll be standing around like an idiot.”

    She was socially capable, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed unnecessary events with strangers.

    She’d already said no once when he asked. But Wesley had pleaded, saying everyone else would be there in pairs, and he didn’t want to show up alone.

    She gave in, eventually, and almost immediately regretted it.

    After all, Wesley wasn’t someone who cared what others thought.

    “You won’t be standing alone. I’ll be with you,” he said lightly.

    Sana opened her mouth to respond, but the elevator doors slid open. With people waiting outside, she let the conversation drop for now.

    Some moments, once missed, didn’te back again.

    Later, after browsing the mall for a gift, Wesley handed her a small box, iming it was a thank–you gesture.

    Inside was a ne, an exact model she’d loved for months but never managed to find in stock. She couldn’t refuse.

    Half an hourter, she was walking into the wedding venue, her arm linked loosely through Wesley’s.

    “Wesley! You made it,” the groom greeted them warmly. “And this is?”

    “My fiancée, Sana,” Wesley said too casually.

    Sana’s eyes widened. She stared at him, stunned.

    Wesley, catching her look, patted her hand gently, his tone warm. “Don’t worry, Kyle and his wife are lovely. You’ll be fine.”

    Sana rolled her eyes. That wasn’t what she was concerned about.

    Wesley seemed entirely unbothered, even a little amused.

    Kyle Winters watched them with interest, clicking his tongue with a grin. It was clear that Wesley was serious this time.

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    “This is from both of us. Congrattions,” Wesley added, handing over their gift before Sana could react. Then, with practiced ease, he guided her inside.

    The moment they stepped into the hotel, Sana wanted nothing more than to slip away and find a quiet corner to herself.

    But it was impossible. She had barely taken a few steps when one of Wesley’s friends came over to greet him. Naturally, their attention soon turned to the woman by his side.

    Sana instinctively reached for the ne at her corbone, quietly reminding herself to be patient.

    “This is my fiancée, Sana,” Wesley introduced her, as candidly as ever.

    “Seriously? You didn’t even have a girlfriend not long ago. Now you’re engaged? That’s quick! When’s the wedding? Don’t forget to send me an invite,” the friend said, clearly the chatty type,unching into a stream of conversation that held little interest for Sana.

    She thought grimly, ‘Fiancée? That’s news to me. As for a wedding, keep dreaming, Wesley. Let’s see what happens when this story of yours falls apart.

    “Soon, probably by the end of the year,” Wesley replied with a calm smile. “You’ll be the first to know once we’ve set a date.”

    He wasn’t just cating his friend. He meant it.

    He considered his rtionship with Sana solid. Her parents liked him, and things between them felt steady. Given all that, marriage seemed a natural next step.

    Still, he knew Sana likely wasn’t thinking along those lines, not yet.

    If he pushed too hard, she’d only back away.

    So instead, he had chosen a more subtle approach, quiet influence over time.

    A friend’s uing wedding provided the perfect opportunity, and he’d insisted Sanae along.

    Once the well–meaning friend moved on, Wesley turned to her. “The bride’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

    Sana, misreading his tone, raised an eyebrow. “Beautiful or not, she’s your friend’s wife. Please don’t tell me you’re that tasteless.”

    Wesley let out a quietugh, leaning slightly against her shoulder.

    “What’s so funny?” she snapped, more irritated than amused.

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    “Nothing,” he said, suppressing a grin. “Don’t be jealous. It’s not like that. I was just thinking how stunning you’d look in a wedding dress. You’d outshine her, easily.”

    “I’m not jealous,” Sana retorted quickly. But even as she spoke, her thoughts betrayed her, trailing off into the image he had painted, herself in a gown, radiant under soft lights.

    The gown itself, a vision of elegance, wasn’t what caught her. It was the way he looked at her.

    “My Sana looks beautiful.” His voice in her daydream ovepped with his voice in real life. For a moment, she couldn’t tell which was which.

    Snapping out of it, she shoved him lightly. “I need the restroom,” she muttered, and walked away without looking back.

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