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We were kids, trying to deal with the world. God knows I made mistakes then too. I’m still making them. Daisy kept quiet because she didn’t want to lose me, and because she didn’t want to hurtme.
We messed each other up without even meaningto.
My hands tighten on the steering wheel—with resolve, not desperation. “I was offered a job in London this week. One with complete freedom to do what Iwant.”
“Huh.”
“I turned itdown.”
“Why?”
I rub a hand through my hair, tugging hard enough it hurts. “Freedom isn’t all it’s cracked up tobe.”
She’s my best friend, the woman I love, and the one I have to trust with all I am. The one Ichoose totrust with all I am. If the price of her love is opening myself up to the chance of being hurt, I’ll payit.
I don’t want to go through life angry and alone when I could go through it withher.
That’s why I’m going to get herback.
By the time I drop off my brother, I’ve decided exactly what I need todo.
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Most wedding plannerswould consider a sunny dayfortuitous.
I vow to see it thatway.
When I get out of the shower, I’m startled to see my little sister, in pajamas, waiting forme.
“You look great,” Lil tells me, holding out a cup of coffee. “Goslay.”
I hug her. Even though this week has been brutal, I’m glad she'shere.
The venue is the Vanes’ most iconic property, an art decohotel.
Just because this PR gig wasn’t the lead-in to a long-term deal with Vane doesn’t mean I won’t see it through. Aiden was right onthat.
The magazine crew comes at nine to set up, and I spend the first few hours bustling around, ensuring everything is inplace.
They take some opening shots of the space before I take them up to the suite like Camila and I planned. On the way, I spot Aiden pacing in one of thehalls.
My knock on the bridal suite door is answered immediately. “Come onin!”
I stop two feet inside. “You lookincredible.”
Camila’s dark hair is swept back and plaited down her back. The gown hangs on the rack, while the bride is dressed simply in a white satin robe. “Thank you. My bridesmaids are taking care of some detailsdownstairs.”
I turn to the camera crew. “Why don’t you start with some shots of the room and dress?” As they comply, I step behind the bride in the mirror. “Yougood?”
“As long as it’s normal to wonder if you’re making the biggest mistake of your life.” Her voice is so low, there’s no chance of the crewoverhearing.
I glance over at her dress on the rack, the delicate lace at the top of the skirt. “I think you should trust what got you here. And the do-or-die moment is alwaysscary.”
She laughs loudly enough to pull the attention of the crew, sparing them a glance before turning back to me. “Do-or-die. More like I-do-or-I-die.”
My eyeswiden.
“It was a joke. Of course I can back out. But”—Camila lifts her chin in the mirror, tilting her face so the light skims over her impeccably made-up face—“I’m not goingto.”
