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“Grace, it’s Wren and me.” I immediately recognize Brooke’s voice. I quickly unlock the door and pull them inside before my brothers catch wind of this door being open.

As soon as I close it, I lock it again.

“Are you okay?” Wren asks, wrapping me in a hug.

“I’m fine. Nervous, but good.”

“I don’t blame you.” Brooke takes a seat. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you and Preston were fake-engaged.”

I open my mouth to say something, but Brooke starts to laugh. “That’s literally the only thing that was fake.”

“It was all fake,” I say quickly.

“Not in the end,” my best friend adds softly.

I know I should say it again, but I can’t. She’s right. In the end, the only part that wasn’t real was the ring.

Another knock startles me, and Wren walks to it swiftly.

“Who is it?” she asks in an authoritative tone I’ve never heard before.

“Gavin.”

“Go away,” Wren says, and I let out a little laugh when silence follows. Wren is always so sweet to us that I’m sure Gavin is trying to figure out who just snapped at him.

“Who’s in there?” he asks, and the trepidation in his voice makes me laugh harder.

I sigh. “Let him in.”

As soon as Gavin walks in and notices Wren is at the door, he pauses and points at her. “Watch your tone,” he says.

Layla comes blazing in behind him.

“Ooooh, the dad voice,” she says and then hugs Wren before coming to do the same with me and then Brooke. “Are we doing this or what?”

“Layla,” Gavin scolds.

“What?” She shrugs. “I think it’s badass that Aunt Grace is doing this. So what if she made a mistake? She’s owning it now, and that’s awesome.”

Well, at least someone is happy for me.

Gavin sighs. “I agree with you, but that doesn’t make me worry about my sister any less.”

He turns his attention to me, and I see it in his eyes. He’s not just worried about me.

I get it. I do. But this is the right thing to do.

“It’s going to be okay,” I tell him.

“Yeah, I know.”

Silence fills the room, and then Dutton appears in the doorway. He clears his throat. “All the reporters you wanted are here.”

I nod. “Then I’d better get this over with.”

Gavin looks at his watch and steps in front of me. “Or make them sweat a moment.”