Phil called a few weeks back, so excited she could barely contain it. “I need your help — Ryan and I are throwing a tiny engagement party. It’s a surprise, don’t tell a soul!” she whispered. Naturally, I agreed. Ryan’s wonderful and Sophie deserves a magical moment, even if it’s simple. “Nothing big, just pretty. You’re amazing at decoration — please?”
That’s how I became the party planner: pink and gold balloons, fairy lights, silk flowers—all those festive touches. Every time I tried to get more information, Sophie just giggled nervously and insisted, “don’t jinx it.”
The prep day was a whirlwind. I darted between shops like I was on a mission, then spent hours at the venue decking it out until it looked absolutely magical. I was proud of what I’d accomplished.
Then the day arrived. Last box in the car, music on, and that satisfying feeling of doing something good for people you love. I pushed open the hall doors with a huge smile, ready to see Sophie’s happiness… and I suddenly froze.
