“Me who?” Delilah said.
“Iris.”
“Prove it.”
Claire cracked a smile and opened the door into the bedroom an inch, just to make sure Delilah was robed—she was, and sat on the end of the bed scrolling lazily through her phone—and then went tolet Iris in. She was thankful for the distraction in the form of her best friend, her voice of reason when it came to Delilah Green.
“Hey,” Iris said with her own fluffy robe in place, her red hair piled on top of her head just like Claire’s. She glared at Delilah. “Are you always like this?”
Delilah looked up. “Definethis.”
“Annoying bitch?”
“Iris,” Claire said.
Delilah’s smile was beatific. “For you, I put my best foot forward.”
Iris sighed and popped her hands onto her hips. “Fine. Whatever, I’m sorry. So what’s the plan?”
“Plan?” Delilah asked.
“Yes, plan,” Iris said.
“To... get massages and a mud mask?” Delilah said.
Iris shook her head. “To dethrone lover boy.”
A pit opened up in Claire’s stomach. Last night, she and Iris had definitely decided that they needed to get serious about Astrid and Spencer. But the decision had been alcohol-induced, fueled by witnessing his covert dickishness and empowered by seeing Delilah haul him into the river. Actually doing something about it in the sober light of day, essentially ruining their best friend’s wedding, was a whole other matter.
Claire pressed her hands to her stomach. “Iris—”
“Oh no,” Iris said, pointing at her. “Ohhellno. You are not backing out now. You’re the one who said we couldn’t let her marry him.”
“I’m not backing out. I’m just... thinking.”
“You’re backing out. Even Delilah can see he’s a ghastly excuse for a human being.”
Delilah tapped her chin. “I’m going to choose to take that as a compliment.”
“Choose away,” Iris said, but then continued staring at Delilah. “Will you help us?”
“Help you get rid of Spencer?”
“Notget rid,” Claire said. “Just... maybe—”
“Yes.Get rid,” Iris said. “Our darling Claire here is too kindhearted.”
“Get ridsounds so violent,” Claire said. “We just need to talk to Astrid.”
“And three is better than two,” Iris said. “After last night, I like your style.”
Delilah flashed a grin at that but then grew serious. “What do you plan on doing? TossingAstridin a river?”
“Of course not,” Iris said.
“Oh, I know,” Delilah said, clasping her hands together under her chin and fluttering her lashes dramatically. “Sit her down for a nice heart-to-heart and convince her that her true love is still out there somewhere over the rainbow.”
Claire and Iris looked at each other. This wasn’texactlywhat they planned on doing, but it was close.
