“What?” Harrison says innocently. “It’s definitely my happy place.”
Mine, too.
And at least from behind my ultra-dark sunglasses, I’m blissfully unrecognizable. It’s nice.
We make a right. I follow the dot without hesitation.
Harrison, apparently, does not.
“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” he asks, for what has to be the eighteenth time.
“Yes,” I say with absolute certainty.
For the record, I’m not certain. Not even a little. But I have full confidence in the app, which feels like it knows where it’s going.
“Just two more blocks,” I say, chipper and full of hope.
He exhales beside me as we stop at a crosswalk.
“It’s Manhattan. Everything is two more blocks.” A beat. “Until it isn’t.”
I flick him a look. “Have faith.”
“In you?” he questions. “Or the phone?”
I lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Both,” I say sweetly.
The crosswalk chirps, and we shuffle forward with the crowd.
That’s when I spot it. Stone and shadow rising above the block. An unmistakable steeple.
“There,” I say, grabbing Harrison’s hand. “I told you.”
He squints ahead. “I thought you said it was two more blocks.”
“It is,” I say breezily. “Just… spiritually.” I tug him forward. “Count the blessing for what it is.”
I stop short once we’re closer.
“Wow,” I murmur, taking it all in. “The location scouts absolutely nailed it. It’s the kind of place every girl dreams of getting married in.”
“You dream of getting married somewhere like this?” Harrison asks, genuinely surprised. “I thought you and Pierce were doing a destination wedding. Fiji. Helicopters. Cases of Dom. Five hundred guests.”
“Don’t believe everything you read.” I keep my eyes on the building, letting the awe settle in my chest.
And something about standing this close to a truly holy place loosens my grip on the lie.
“My engagement was a sham.”
I meet Harrison’s gaze, bracing for it. The look of judgment. Disappointment.
So much so, I have to look away.
“Myra and I were at an event when she said I had to meet Pierce,” I say, pushing on. “Hollywood royalty. Even a quick photo would help my career.” I swallow. “When the photographer raised his camera, Pierce kissed me.”
A flash of anger crosses Harrison’s face, sharp and immediate. “He what?”
