The celebration was already in full swing, and I had barely stepped into the room before being bombarded with hugs, cheers, and at least three different people shoving champagne glasses in my hands.
The villa was decorated to the nines—balloons, streamers, and a gigantic banner that read "CONGRATS, ELENA! GOOD LUCK WITH CARMEN!" in bold, glittery letters.
I snorted. "Good luck with Carmen? Seriously?"
Ciara appeared beside me, looking far too smug. "You'll need it."
Carmen groaned. "Can you guys stop making it sound like Elena just signed up for a lifetime of suffering?"
Ciara raised an eyebrow. "Didn't she?"
Before Carmen could tackle her cousin, Grandpa suddenly appeared, holding a tissue to his eyes. "My granddaughter is engaged," he said, voice thick with emotion. "To someone so lovely, so patient, so—"
Ciara leaned in. "So unsuspecting?"
