CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO – CATERING SERVICES

The next evening, Karina found herself in the kitchen of Miguel's mansion, surrounded by caterers and event planners. "No, the flowers go on that table," she directed, pointing across the room. "And can someone please check on the hors d'oeuvres?" Miguel entered the kitchen, adjusting his tie. "How's it going in here?" Karina turned to him, her expression harried. "It's chaos. Why did we think this was a good idea?" Miguel chuckled, pulling her into a hug. "It'll be fine. You look beautiful, by the way." Karina smoothed down her dress, suddenly self-conscious. "You don't think it's too much? I mean, with the baby bump and all..." "You're glowing," Miguel assured her. "Stop worrying." The doorbell rang, interrupting their moment. "That'll be your family," Miguel said, his smile tightening slightly. Karina took a deep breath. "Here we go." They walked to the front door together, Miguel's hand on the small of Karina's back. As they opened the door, they were greeted by the sight