The music from the wedding reception echoed across the island, laughter and conversation blending seamlessly with the sounds of the waves. The group sat around a firepit near the beach, a mix of wine glasses and plates of cake scattered among them. Donna leaned back with a content sigh, her feet propped on a nearby rock, while Tanya and Rosie argued lightheartedly over who had danced better earlier.

Suddenly, the unmistakable low growl of an engine broke through the chatter. Heads turned as your Corvette pulled up just shy of the sand. Sophie grinned knowingly, nudging Sky. The group watched as you stepped out of the car, pausing to grab something from the passenger seat—a box wrapped haphazardly in brown paper.

You strolled over, the firelight catching the faint smirk on your face as you casually handed Sophie the package. It was far too big to be subtle, but your nonchalant shrug said enough. Donna raised an eyebrow, leaning forward in curiosity, while Rosie’s grin widened. “Well, don’t just stand there—open it!” she urged Sophie.

As Sophie unwrapped the box, paper flying in every direction, she revealed a portable karaoke machine. The group burst into laughter, the absurdity of the gift somehow perfect for the night’s energy. Tanya clapped her hands with delight. “Oh, now this is a wedding present!” she declared.

You plopped down in an empty chair, grabbing a glass of wine someone had poured for you. The group welcomed you into the fold like an old friend, teasing you about your dramatic entrance. Donna, ever observant, leaned over with a playful smirk. “You’ve got a flair for timing, don’t you?” she said warmly.

As the karaoke machine sparked to life, Sophie handed you the microphone with a wide grin. No words were needed—the night wasn’t over, and you were about to become an unforgettable part of it.