Chapter 122

SEBASTIAN

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Tell me what’s more annoying than waking up to the sound of your phone ringing right at the time you feel you’re just becoming friends with sleep.

Sleep barely touched me that night.

After Diego’s ridiculous “bro pep talk” and Kenna’s endless commentary on how useless I was at romance, I’d ended up sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with both of them, surrounded by crumpled papers, empty mugs, and what looked like a war map of Operation Win Dahlia Back.

We spent hours… literal hours… listing every single thing she loved. God bless Diego for me. He really is my brother indeed. Kenna is made for something like this. She’s a helpless romantic. She had this wild idea of a “seven-day apology plan,” one that had me alternating between being her chauffeur, chef, therapist, and clown. Diego contributed too, sketching out what he called the “four emotional checkpoints.”

Oh hell, nobody told me that a romantic relatio