Searching for Perfect (Searching For 2)

Her friend gave a desperate look back and stepped into the hallway. "Bye, guys. Wish me luck."

The door closed.

Arilyn shook her head. "I'm happy," she insisted. "Ming is wrong."

"I believe you, babe. No worries. It'll all work out in the end." She looked up at the man she loved and smiled.

"It'll all be . . . perfect."