"Boarding Passes, Baggage, and a Grandmother with a Megaphone."
They almost made it to the airport in peace.
Almost.
Ava had been lulled into a false sense of security by the peaceful cab ride, her hand laced with Ryan's, the streets of Tokyo sliding by in a soft blur of morning light and cherry blossom petals.
They were relaxed. Content. Post-onsen glowy. The kind of couple who looked like they had their lives together.
Until they reached the departure hall at Haneda Airport.
And saw her.
"Why is Mei holding a megaphone?" Ava asked, already bracing herself.
Ryan squinted. "...Why is Harold wearing a sash that says 'Father of the Bride—Probably'?"
Mei spotted them and waved enthusiastically. "You're late!"
"We're early," Ava muttered.
"To you, maybe," Mei said, striding over in a tailored linen suit that looked far too fresh for 6:00 a.m. "But I've been here since dawn, finalizing your flight press kit."
"Our what?"
Ryan leaned in. "Don't ask."
Too late.
