Yes, in fact, I did.
Eliza slid into the booth beside Mabel, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “What are you two up to?”
“Confessing,” I muttered as I slid in across from her.
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh no.”
Mabel patted her hand. “We were just explaining how very patient we were with the two of you.”
Eliza looked between them, then at me. “Patient?”
I sighed. “They orchestrated our entire meeting.”
She blinked once in shock. Then she laughed. Really laughed—head tipping back, hand coming to rest on my arm.
“Oh, I know they did,” she said. “I knew you didn’t just accidentally show up every morning like a lost little puppy.”
“I resent that,” I said. “Dogs are very dignified.”
She grinned at me. “You absolutely are not.”
Grandma beamed. “See? Perfect match.”
Eliza squeezed my hand under the table. “Well,” she said, eyes warm, “I guess I should thank you both.”
“We accept baked goods,” Mabel said immediately. “And now that you’re cooking again, something fancy will do.”
“And wedding invitations,” Grandma added. “Front row.”
“Deal,” Eliza said.
I looked at her—really looked at her—here in the diner that had raised me, surrounded by the women who’d loved us into being brave enough to choose each other.
“Worth it,” I said quietly. “All of it.”
Eliza smiled at me like she knew exactly what I meant and agreed wholeheartedly.
And for once, Honeybrook Hollow had nothing left to add. It had already given us everything.
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