Chapter 127

“Welcome aboard, Ms. Kay,” Ron said, shaking my hand. He then summoned someone to assist with the paperwork. Within thirty minutes, I was officially employed.

That’s when it hit me—Jace hadn't approved my resignation. But if necessary, I could always ask Matthew; he’d support me.

My phone buzzed repeatedly; I’d ignored it while speaking with Ron. It was Lena. “Where are you? I’m off today—want to hang out?”

Lena having a day off was unusual. She’d been swamped with work lately due to the peak baby season.

“So, you’re finally getting a break from delivering babies?” I teased.

“Yeah, it’s like all these moms decided to sync up their due dates, and now suddenly they’re all holding off,” Lena groaned. I’d heard this before.

Lately, people planned everything meticulously, even their babies' births. Some followed bizarre superstitions, consulting monks to determine optimal conception and birth times, believing it would benefit their children.

What they missed was that aiming for perfection often meant that being average could be the real victory.

“Are you home? I’ll come over.” I didn't want her to travel on her rare day off.

“Yeah, come on over!”

“How about we have a drink or two at lunch?” I asked, grinning.

“Sounds good. I’ll handle the food, you bring the wine,” Lena replied, enthusiastically.

I ended the call and checked the other missed calls from unknown numbers—likely more companies I’d applied to. If they were truly interested, they’d call again.

I grabbed wine, fruit, and a tea maker, anticipating tea.

When Lena opened the door, she took the items, noticing the tea maker. She kissed my cheek. “You’re seriously the best. I’ve been wanting one of these forever but just haven’t had the time.”

“I figured even if you did buy it, you wouldn’t have time to use it,” I joked.

Lena paused, then quipped, “Time is like a woman’s cleavage—if you squeeze it, you can always find some.”

I laughed, glancing at her petite chest. “Not always. Can you squeeze any out?”

I wasn’t trying to be hurtful, but Lena was slender. In summer, she often wore an unpadded bra with little difference.

“Don’t underestimate me. Someday, this small chest will be a treasure for my baby. Yours might be bigger, but it might not be as useful,” Lena retorted. She clearly knew about both delivering and raising children.

“Then when the time comes, we’ll both have babies, and you can breastfeed them both,” I teased.

Lena playfully kicked me. “Only you would come up with something like that.”

We laughed, but my phone rang again. It was another unknown number. Assuming it was a potential employer, I answered, “Hello, Keira Kay speaking.”

“Ms. Kay, your wedding dress has arrived. We’d like to schedule a fitting appointment.”

“What?” I was shocked. “You must have the wrong number.”

“I don’t think so,” the caller replied, reciting my number.

It was correct. But I hadn’t ordered a wedding dress. What kind of prank was this?