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“A toast,” Bryce says.
Nate and I keep our hands entwined as we raise our glasses.
“To Nate.”
I’m about to say the toast, when he adds, “And Evan.”
Everyone looks at us, their eyes all shiny, big grins on their faces. I don’t know whether to groan or cry.
“To us!” I hear Nate say before sipping his champagne. I catch Stacie making a face as she sips her lemonade and my ma leaning in with a smile to say something to Nate’s ma as he leans in to kiss me.
THE END
