Zara stared at the card. Her throat tightened, but she didn't let it show.
She took the envelope with a stiff smile. "Oh. Congratulations."
"I hope you mean it," Gina muttered.
Zara's jaw clenched, but she kept her smile steady.
"Thank you," she replied, turning toward the door.
"We've decided not to wait anymore," Gina added, her voice smug. "The wedding will be private, but elegant. Just the way Ace likes it."
Zara rolled her eyes, 'How is that my business?' she muttered underneath her breath.
As Gina left the office, Zara remained frozen. Her fingers tightened around the card.
Her chest rose and fell, heavier than she wanted to admit.
She finally turned to her desk, sat down slowly, and whispered, "I guess he is really serious about becoming a father."
The words felt foreign on her tongue. She forced a smile, still staring at the invitation in her hand.
