#Chapter 137: A perfect fit

NOLAN The prince stepped out of the limo and onto the sidewalk outside Yena’s parents’ house. Took a deep breath, crossed the path up to the front porch, and knocked on the door. It swung open seconds later and there stood Yena, her glossy pink lips parted in a big, genuine smile. “Hi,” she said. “Come on in.” “Thanks.” Despite his best efforts, Nolan’s own mouth burst into a bright, wide smile, too. “How are you?” He took a step inside and was blasted with the smell of bacon, eggs, fresh bread, and cinnamon. “And this is for Tina,” he added, holding out a bottle of red wine with an ancient-looking label. “Aw, thanks.” Yena took the bottle from him. “And I’m good. I’ve got a surprise for you, right over here.” She gestured to the dining room to his right. Nolan turned to find that the furniture in the room had been moved, pressed up against the walls, to make room in the very center for an ancient-looking, wood framed and footed full-length mirror. Next to the mirro