Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Dinner was a smashing success, with everyone raving about Matthew's culinary skills.

While Aubree and Brielle dished about the latest trends and travel hotspots, Max and Matthew dove into North America's stock market, chatting like old pals despite their age gap-a nod to Max's legendary Wall Street days. After their convo, Max took a sip of wine, nodding in approval. "Matthew's got a good head on his shoulders for someone so young," he said, a rare compliment coming from him.

Brielle, catching this, knew Max's seal of approval was not easily earned. Aubree and Matthew exchanged playful glances, with Matthew giving her a wink that brought a smile to her lips. Brielle watched them, feeling a wave of relief. It was clear they were head over heels for each other, and she felt content knowing Aubree had found someone who brought out the best in her.

As they were leaving, Brielle hugged Aubree tightly, her voice thick with emotion. "Congrats," she whispered.

Aubree stiffened for a moment, then gave Brielle's back a gentle pat. "I'm the lucky one," she replied softly.

Brielle was left speechless, her heart full. On the drive home, she couldn't help but sing Matthew's praises to Max, who didn't seem too thrilled.

"Are you saying I'm getting old?" Max teased, half-serious.

Brielle quipped back

pregnant, I'd show

playfully nudging his shoulder.

just smiled, holding her tight. "Looks like those two might tie the

hard, this quickly?" Max

Max's arms, Brielle felt at ease knowing Aubree

help Matthew in the kitchen, but he had other

for

she hadn't realized he

she liked.

blooms, Aubree was at

kitchen spotless, with a glass of water, advising against sweets to avoid morning puffiness-a sure sign he'd been researching beauty