“Complaint already lodged,” Anna said.
“And ignored,” Bea confirmed.
Margo smiled. “As it happens, reinforcements are on the way. Meg texted me—she’s bringing everyone.”
“Everyone?” Anna’s eyes widened. “The house is empty. I don’t have?—”
“You have family. We’re on it.” Margo settled onto the window seat like she belonged there. “Besides, I suspect Meg has news. She sounded... fizzy.”
“Fizzy?”
“Effervescent. Bubbly. Like champagne waiting to pop.”
Anna and Bea exchanged looks.
“That’s either very good or very bad,” Bea said.
“With this family? Probably both.”
Fifteen minutes later, the house was full.
Tyler and Stella arrived first, carrying grocery bags. “Meg’s orders,” Tyler said, setting them on the counter. “She was very specific about the cheese selection.”
“When is Meg not specific?” Anna asked.
“Good point.”
Luke appeared next, looking slightly nervous in a way that was very unlike him. He kept glancing toward the door.
And then Meg.
She walked in holding a bottle of champagne, cheeks flushed, practically vibrating.
“Okay,” Anna said, her hands on her hips. “Spill. Margo said you sounded fizzy. What’s going on?”
Meg looked at Luke. Luke smiled—soft, private, the kind of smile that made Anna’s chest ache.
“Luke asked me to marry him. Yesterday morning. In his kitchen. I said yes.”
Bea shrieked. Stella laughed. Tyler said “Finally” in a tone that suggested he’d been waiting years too, in solidarity with Luke. Margo pressed her hands to her heart, tears already forming.
And Anna—Anna grabbed her sister and held on tight.
“You’re engaged,” she said into Meg’s shoulder.
“I’m actually engaged.”
“In his kitchen?”
“He was wearing his marine biology shirt.”
“That’s so him.”
“I know. It was perfect.”
They pulled apart, both crying now, laughing through the tears. The others crowded in—hugs and congratulations and questions tumbling over eachother.
Margo made her way to Luke while the sisters were still tangled up.
