"So, when will we get to toast at your wedding?"
Seth replied with something, but his words were lost in the background noise.
Carman glanced at Noreen, worry flickering in his eyes.
Noreen caught his look. "Do I have something written on my face?"
Carman shook his head.
"Then why do you keep staring at me?"
"…No reason."
"Eat your food."
Carman let out a quiet breath, relief easing the tension in his shoulders.
It really did seem like Noreen had moved on from Seth.
He was genuinely happy for her.
The dinner was just a casual get-together, no work talk allowed, so they wrapped up the meal in good spirits.
When it came time to pay, however, the server informed them the bill had already been settled.
Noreen glanced at the receipt, realizing Dylan had picked up the tab.
She shot him a message: Next time it's my treat.
Dylan replied right away, the smile on his face impossible to miss.
Bianca caught the change in his expression and paused, curiosity getting the better of her.
Her eyes flicked to his phone, trying to sneak a look at who had messaged him.
Dylan immediately locked the screen, hiding it from view.
She didn't get to see, but her instincts told her it was Noreen.
…
Once the new office space was finalized, Noreen found herself swamped with work.
Still, she managed to carve out time to visit Wade in the hospital.
She'd intentionally picked Wednesday, knowing it was Seth's busiest day of the week.

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