Before I can say thatI’llgo get him, she heads for the door.
“It’s okay,” I assure Emma. “Everything’s okay.”
She frowns.
Am I being the world’s worst friend right now?
Or am I being the best?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
Sabrina’s right. Theo should be here, and I’m too up in my head over what he means tometo remember that he’s Emma’sbrother.
And do you know what sucks?
What sucks is watching Theo bend over backward to make sure Emma gets the wedding of her dreams while Chandler’s off playing golf or sitting by the pool all day.
Which would be fine—Chandler’s the groom. This is his day too.
Except he’ll give Theozerocredit.
He wasn’t like this before.
He really wasn’t.
Emma’s eyes go huge. “Oh my god, did catering fall through for the reception?”
“No! No. I mean, it did, but Theo handled it, and he has the full list of guest allergies now that’s been passed on to the new caterers, and—”
She blinks twice, her eyes going misty. “He’s the best.”
“And I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” I finish. “Sabrina’s going to get him.”
“It hasn’t been quite like I dreamed it would be,” she says on a soft laugh. “But I’m getting married today.Finally.”
“You worked hard and earned it.”
Her nose wrinkles.
Honestly, mine does too.
You earned getting married?“That’s not what I—”
“I know.” She smiles. “I know what you meant.”
“We’re so glad all of your dreams are coming true today,” Claire says, squeezing her in a gentle shoulder hug.
“Me too.” She wipes her eyes delicately as she laughs. “Finally.”
“Came with some glitches, didn’t it?” Mr. Monroe says.
“It did.”
“Like that time he almost broke up with you over a peanut butter pie.”
Emma laughs again. “I can’t believe he thought it was butterscotch. Who makes a butterscotch pie? And then calls it peanut butter for fun? Oh my gosh, do you remember the time he tried to convince me I was getting the wrong car?”
