My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 304

Bonus 4: Missing Ingredients

Nina

Anxiety was bubbling its way up in my chest as I stared down at the phone in my hand.

Once again, the attempt to call my mother proved to be futile.

I couldn’t even count how many times I had tried calling her over the past three weeks, all of which had gone unanswered. This time, however, it even went straight to voicemail; either she had hung up when she saw my name pop up on the screen, or her phone was officially shut off.

“Don’t worry, Nina,” Enzo said, wrapping his strong arms around me from behind as he planted a kiss on the top of my head. We were standing in the kitchen; our beautiful sage green kitchen. “She probably just hasn’t switched to an international number yet. She’ll call you soon; I can feel it.” I nodded and turned around in Enzo’s arms, inhaling his scent and letting his warmth emanate through me as I buried my face in his chest.

“You’re probably right,” I said quietly. “I just wish that she could be here in time for the wedding. Maybe we should .” I bit my lip, stopping myself from saying what I had said a million times over the past few weeks; that we should put the wedding off until I could get in touch with her.

“Don’t even say it,” Enzo replied. ” Trust me, Nina. She’ll be there.”

“You really think so?” I asked, looking up to meet his soft brown gaze. “You 4 think she’ll show up at the wedding?”

Enzo nodded and shot me a gentle smile. I felt my cheeks tinge pink as he planted a gentle kiss on my lips before he walked off to the dining room.

With the wedding imminent, her silence was deafening. I was desperate silence was deafening. I was desperate to hear her voice, to share the details of our preparations, our excitement.

such preparation was our upcoming engagement dinner. Enzo and I had been working

more comfortable, and it was filled

the party, and we were in the midst of finishing up the final touches on our house. All that was left was to finish putting together some furniture that we had purchased, and then this house would finally

minutes, smiling softly as I watched Enzo putting together a dining chair. The entire first floor was open now

was nice being able to see everything from

that we had now had been purchased secondhand, giving

mismatched and colorful, and I had found a few stunning armchairs at a local

to match; I couldn’t bring myself to have an entirely mismatched dining set, and so we had made a last-minute trip to Ikea for a set of

array of food prepared for our engagement dinner, but nothing

I should bake a

surprised grin stretching across his face as he deftly twisted a screw into the bottom of one chair and then

a rush of excitement.

and I just realized that we don’t have anything

another chair out of their cardboard prison. “What do

take stock, expecting to find baking essentials. My heart sank when I saw the empty

shopping after all. Let me

grabbing my keys from the counter. “I can go. You finish up

I see,” he teased, offering a mock salute. “Good luck, soldier. And get a good

it,” I replied with a grin, saluting him back. “Chocolate cake it is. I’m feeling