“I need,” Bea said slowly, “to see him.”
Georgie brightened instantly.“Excellent.We can fetch him.”
“No,” Bea said, lifting a hand.“I need to go see him.Alone.”
Poppy nodded, approval shining.“Oh, well then, we’ll help you dress.”
Georgie stood, clapping her hands.“Yes.Something bold.Something honest.Something that says, ‘I’m about to destroy or solidify the rest of my life.’”
Poppy snorted.“So…green?”
“Green,” Georgie agreed.“Definitely green.Bea looks divine in green.”
Bea gave a helpless laugh, the first she’d managed all morning.“All right,” she said, feeling the first tremor of something like courage.“Green it is.”
Her friends flanked her like battle generals preparing a soldier for war.And somewhere in the back of her mind, beneath the fear and the shame and the longing, was the faintest whisper of hope.She would face Nicholas.She would tell him the truth.
Today would decide her fate.
For better or for worse…
