I marveled at how fast this had come together. Purple and white streamers hung across the ceiling and silver and purple balloons floated on their strings tied to the chairs. A Congratulations banner decorated the wall over the big seating area in the corner, and a huge bouquet of flowers sat in a vase in the center of the coffee table along with a delicious-looking tower of cupcakes. The news of mine and Luke’s engagement had only broken about an hour ago. Luke had stopped at his office with the kids. And I’d walked over here for my last day of work to face this extravaganza instead. How in the holy heck was all this possible? I looked over to my mother sitting on one of the chairs across from my grandma. She looked a little bit disgruntled, happy but disgruntled all the same.

Violet came up behind me and gave me a hug. “I texted Luke. He’s coming over with the kids,” she whispered.

“Was this you? Did you plan this? How?” I asked.

“Of course, it was me,” Violet answered. “I’ve been planning a lot of things,” she said with a smile.

“You’re amazing, Violet. I had been feeling bad that this is my last day. Are you sure you don’t need me for another week or two?” I asked.

She threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, Lily. Don’t worry. I never needed you to work here,” she announced. “My shop is like a well-oiled machine. I wanted you here because Luke’s office is right across the parking lot.” She pointed out the window. “He came in here almost every day. You two belong together, it’s fate, and I am the hand of fate right now.” She pointed over at Mom, who looked even more disgruntled. “I am the matchmaking queen. I will now bask forevermore in the glory of being right, being determined, and beating Mom to make the ultimate match.”

I stared at her, agape. I hadn’t had even one clue. She really was the master.

Violet was laughing, and Mom had finally broken a smile. She lost the smile when Violet called out, “Who’s the master now, Dahlia?”

Violet turned to Finn and Nick. “Boys, what were the magic words?”

Both boys laughed. In unison, they said, “Don’t worry about it. We got it, Aunt Lily. Take a break.”

“What else?” she prompted.

“Give her scones when it looks like she wants to run away,” Nick shouted while Finn cracked up at his side.

My mouth dropped open. I’d been played by my sister and her two teenage sons. I grinned huge. “I love you guys,” I burst out.

“We love you too,” they shouted from behind the counter.

“I love you, Violet,” I whispered to her.

“I love you too, little sister. Be happy,” she whispered back.