From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 93

**From Best Friend To Fiancé**

**Chapter 93**

**Chapter 60: The Wedding Was UIT**

I had been aimlessly driving around New Hope for what felt like an eternity. Thirty minutes? Forty? Perhaps even longer? I found myself retracing the same roads, pulling into the same parking lots, as if the answer to my frantic search would magically reveal itself if I just looked again, one more time.

I passed by the usual haunts—dive bars, cozy diners, and even the cinema, where I scanned the dimly lit corners of the lobby like a detective on a mission. Yet, despite my efforts, I found nothing but shadows.

Dean was gone.

The sense of dread coiled tightly around my stomach, a relentless grip that refused to loosen. He was in pain, and even though his recent behavior had been nothing short of cruel, I couldn’t shake the feeling of concern. My heart ached for him, despite the anger that simmered beneath the surface. I couldn’t forget how his world had once revolved around Chloe, how deeply he had loved her, and how that love still lingered in the corners of his heart, even now.

And she had thrown that love away without a second thought.

As I turned onto another street, the sunlight glinted off the hood of my yellow car, blinding me momentarily. I winced and pulled over in front of a flower shop, taking a deep breath as if I could inhale clarity along with the fresh air. Maybe I was being foolish for pursuing him. Perhaps I should have let him fade away, let Chloe face the consequences of her betrayal. But the image of Dean’s shattered expression from the night before haunted me, a vivid reminder of his despair.

If only Chloe hadn’t been so reckless, so careless, Dean wouldn’t be out there, lost and broken. We wouldn’t be caught in this chaotic mess. I should be at home right now, wrapped up in a different kind of warmth with Roman, either beneath him or above him, feeling safe and cared for.

But here I was, with Dean missing, his family in a panic since the night before, and the wedding looming just twenty-four hours away. Somehow, it had become my responsibility to fix everything.

With a determined shove, I flung open the car door and stepped into the flower shop. The bell above the entrance jingled, a delicate sound that felt almost mocking in its cheerfulness. My gaze swept the shop, searching for familiar faces, but my shoulders slumped in disappointment when I found none. Just a couple lost in their own world, cooing over a bouquet of roses so large it could easily engulf a person.

I retreated outside and sank onto the wooden bench in front of the shop, the sun-soaked surface burning against my thighs. I pressed my palms into my knees, squinting against the harsh light reflecting off my vibrant car.

Damn it. That stung.

Where on earth was he?

The thought of Chloe’s smug expression flashed through my mind, twisting my insides with anger. This was all her fault. Every bit of it. If I didn’t somehow summon Dean back from whatever abyss he had fallen into, tomorrow would be a disaster waiting to happen.

As I contemplated the impending chaos, a sudden burst of confetti erupted from the flower shop, jolting me from my gloomy reverie. I turned my head just in time to witness a man kneeling before a girl, a black velvet box open in front of her, her hand clasped over her mouth in shock.

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