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I grin and bob my head up and down. Mia squeals, grabs my arms, and jumps up and down, taking me with her. We collapse on her couch like a couple of silly high school girls.

“How does he feel about you?”

I poke at a loose thread on the cushion. “We haven’tdeclared our feelings, per se. But I’m pretty sure he feels the same. He seems to anyway.”

Mia pulls her legs up under her and faces me. “You did it, Soph. You found the right guy.”

I shrug. “I’d like to think so.”

She frowns at me. “Why aren’t you more excited?”

If I say it, will it make the very thing I’m afraid of happening happen? That as soon as I show Luke I’m crazy about him, he’ll drop me alike a hot potato? I want to find my person more than anything. Well, aside from getting my column. But what if I’m wrong again?

“I hope Luke is the…” I tip my head to the side. “You know...”

“The one,” she finishes for me.

I lower my voice in case that romance curse is listening. “Yes, but I’m still not sure.”

“Why? You just said you hope he’s the one.” Her tone tells me she’s on the verge of losing patience with me.

“Technically, I didn’t.”

She throws herself back on the couch with a growl.

“I’m not sure how Luke feels about us. You know me, Mia. I go all in. And then I get my heart ripped out because I thought the guy was as into me as I was him. But then it turns out he’s not and then it gets all weird, and he either dumps or ghosts me.” I let out a noisy breath.

Mia grabs my hands. “Soph, those guys didn’t deserve you. They may have tried to be worthy of you, but they totally missed the mark. And based upon what you’ve told so far, Luke is crazy about you, so stop doubting him.”

You know you have the best-of-the-best of friends when they hear your verbal vomit and don’t judge you for it. Or better yet, they wholeheartedly support you and say they’re on your side.

Tears of the past sting my eyes as I throw my arms around her. “I love you,you know that?”

Now Mia is crying. “I love you too. You’re the best friend a girl could ever have.”

“No, you are.” I sob.

“Sophie, what did you do to my bride-to-be?” Somehow, we missed hearing Ethan walk into Mia’s apartment.

Wiping my face, I sit back on the couch while Mia launches herself into his arms.

“I love you, Ethan. And I always will. I will never doubt us again.” She bawls into his neck.

Ethan shoots me a questioning glance, and his brows are positioned in full alarm mode.

I shake my head and wave my hand in front of me, reassuring him there’s nothing to worry about.

Ethan rewards me with an appreciative smile, then kisses Mia’s temple and whispers something in her ear. Next thing I know, they’re making out as if they haven’t seen each other in months. The sooner these two get married, the better.

I grab my purse and jump up from the couch. “Okay, I’m leaving. Mia, text me when they reschedule their flight so I can pick them up.”

Without missing a beat—or kiss—she waves and gives me a thumbs up.

I make my escape before I witness anything else, but I gotta say I’m a little green at the moment.

For once, despite my miserable romance record, I’m hopeful.

Maybe Lukeisthe one for me.