Curious Megan
Megan’s fingers twitched towards my bonnet, her eyes alight with mischief. “Can I just have a little peek?” she whispered, almost playfully.
I instinctively stepped back, adjusting the bonnet. “Oh no, you don’t,” I laughed, swatting her hand away gently.
“It’s top secret, you know, bride-to-be stuff!”
