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    Freya’s jaw dropped. He was impossible!


    Not wanting to keep the banter going, she set the album aside and slipped into bed.


    Maybe it was the old photo of her mom or the call with her aunt earlier, but that night, Freya dreamed of her mother.


    This time, Anita didn’t fade away. She held Freya close, whispering that she felt peace knowing Freya was with Ellis.


    “Mom…” Freya mumbled in her sleep, her voice soft and fragile.


    Ellis, always attentive, heard her. He gently pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in warmth and safety.


    That night, Freya slept deeply, cradled infort.


    The next morning, they both went about their day. The old photos hadn’t caused much fuss, but they’d sparked something—both Freya and Ellis were now even more excited about their ns to propose.


    Freya worked with Greta and her friends to perfect every detail of her proposal. She wanted it to be just right.


    After hearing her n, Greta and Riley had one question. “So, June 12th—you’re proposing to Ellis that day?”


    “Definitely,” Freya said with a confident nod.


    “Nost-minute changes?”


    “Nope. It’s set in stone.”


    With Freya’s answer, Greta and Riley rxed, ready to help make it happen. There were still a few days until June 12th—enough time to clue Ellis in without spilling the beans.


    “There’s just one thing I’m stuck on,” Freya said, frowning at her n. “I’m not sure how to get Ellis to show up without ruining the surprise.”


    “That’s the easy part!” Frederick said, surprised she’d even worry. It was Freya, after all. Ellis would never say no to her.


    “It’s trickier than you think,” Freya said, her tone serious. “For a proposal, he needs to be dressed perfectly, but if I ask him to dress up, he’ll know something’s up.”


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    And if he didn’t suspect anything, the setup might fall t.


    “No problem,” Greta and Riley said, jumping in with confidence. “We’ve got this. You just go along with our little white lie, and we’ll make sure he’s there.”


    “Really?” Freya asked, hopeful.


    “Absolutely,” they said, their voices brimming with certainty.


    Freya trusted thempletely, so she nodded in agreement.


    That day, after nailing down the ns, Greta and Riley met with Ellis. They’d sworn not to slip that both he and Freya were nning proposals. They sat in a cozy restaurant, where Ellis held his detailed proposal n.


    “Why don’t you propose on the 12th?” Greta suggested smoothly, her face giving nothing away. “Riley and I wille up with a story to get her dressed up and in the right mood.”


    “You think she’ll fall for it?” Ellis asked, one eyebrow raised.


    “She will,” Riley said firmly. “She’s always there for us, and she knows we’d do anything for her.”


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