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.

our upcoming engagement dinner. Enzo and I had been working tirelessly to transform our

comfortable, and

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 become

dining chair. The entire first floor was open

being able to see everything from where I

the furniture that we had now had been purchased secondhand, giving the

all mismatched and colorful, and I had found a few stunning

entirely mismatched dining set, and so we had made a last-minute trip to

of food prepared for our engagement

should bake a cake for

his face as he deftly twisted a screw into the bottom of one chair and then set

feeling a rush

sweets and I just realized

chuckled, slipping the parts for another chair out of their

opened the kitchen cabinet to take stock, expecting to find baking essentials. My heart sank when I saw the empty shelves. “Oh no,” I muttered. “We’re out

despite my disappointment.” Well, looks like we’re going shopping

from the counter. “I can go. You finish up here. Besides,

salute. “Good luck, soldier. And get a good cake mix. None of that cheap stuff. I like chocolate cake, for

grin, saluting him back. “Chocolate cake it is. I’m feeling peanut butter