Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

When Brielle strolled into the Stellar Stage Entertainment office, her smile was as radiant as the California sunshine. Every colleague she passed showered her with congratulations, their voices blending into a delightful chorus that accompanied her to her desk. Settling into her chair, she opened a drawer to discover a small gift waiting for her a surprise that made her heart skip a beat.

From Little Canary.

It was from King. How intriguing, she mused. Why send a separate gift when he could've just handed it to her?

Unwrapping the package, she unveiled two handcrafted figurines, their lifelike details capturing her gaze. Memories of a reality show challenge surfaced-participants had to follow a local carpenter's lead in woodworking. King had aced that challenge, but wasn't his project a tiny cat? That cat had found a home in the carpenter's gallery, likely drawing tourists eager to see King's creation.

Brielle chuckled, her heart warmed by his thoughtfulness. King had gone the extra mile, crafting this secret gift away from the prying eyes of the show's crew. Turning the figurines over, she found their names engraved on the back: King and Brielle. This way, they'd always be together.

She placed the gift on her desk, a constant reminder of their bond. Throughout the day, several colleagues stopped by, each one admiring the figurines. Aubree, in particular, took a close look, her laughter light and genuine.

"This craftsmanship-it's a shame he doesn't do carpentry professionally."

Brielle joined in the laughter. Then Aubree's curiosity peeked through. "How's the wedding invite list coming?"

"Almost done. It's mostly friends. Just a small get-together for a meal."

Aubree sighed, sinking into the couch. "Aftertast night's spectacle, I guess there's no need for anything over-the-top. Heard the proposal shattered all kinds of records. King really knows how to put on a show-those flowers, the

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skyrocketing."

Brielle felt a rush of affection. All of King's surprises were meticulously planned just for her, explaining his recent exhaustion.

Their chat meandered to the

unexpected nature of their relationship, from its tangled

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beyone so to their resolved decision

to marry.

"A gift for you, Bri," Aubree said, handing over a card-a black card.

Both women were well-off, but Aubree insisted, "Consider it a gift for your second child. They better call me godmother."

Brielle accepted with a grin, touched by Aubree's generous spirit.

"Isaac too," Aubree mused, referring to Brielle's first child. "Wish I'd seen him as a baby."

The mention brought a tinge of regret, but Aubree quickly shifted the mood, eager for the wedding invitation.

As Aubree hugged her goodbye, she whispered, "You must find happiness."

But that wish, filled with all the warmth and sincerity in the world, was exactly what Brielle hoped for Aubree too.

They shared a moment,

acknowledging their shared paths

and the elusive nature of happiness, before parting ways, each carrying a piece of the other's hopes with them.

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