Sabrina giggles and moves aside so we can enter the apartment. “When we met, I thought he looked like Roy Kent fromTed Lasso.”
At that, Jeremy perks up a little. “I thought that too!”
Before Jeremy can take his coat off, Sabrina sweeps him into a hug so quickly that he drops my hand this time. “I’m really glad you’re here. I know we’ve texted a few times since we met, but I wanted to make sure that everything is okay with you.”
Jeremy’s eyes soften a little.
“I’m so sorry, kid. She’s a hugger.” Laura stands up from the couch, holding a wine glass in one hand as she approaches us. “But don’t worry because I’m not. I won’t invade your personal space like that.” She’s also wearing jeans and a sweater, but hers is rainbow striped.
Sabrina rolls her eyes as she releases Jeremy and goes to the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of white wine.
“You hug me all the time,” she says pointedly.
“That’s different. It’s my obligation as your lesbian lover.”
“True that, I suppose.” Sabrina opens the wine with a fancy wine opener and starts to pour.
“I’m Laura,” Laura says with a small smile.
Jeremy’s eyes drop shyly but he nods in greeting, and I step forward and shake her hand.
Sabrina turns to us with two generously filled crystal glasses. “Is Pinot Gris okay?”
We both nod, and Jeremy picks up the bottle, studying the label. His eyes widen. “Is this actually Gravner?”
Laura gives him a disgusted look. “Yes, we were trying to get rid of it because Sabrina’s father gave it to her as a bribe.”
“Is this really good wine or something?” I ask.
Jeremy nods frantically while Laura shakes her head.
I stare at them in confusion. “So which is it?”
“It’s a two-hundred-dollar bottle of wine,” Jeremy sputters.
“That’s cheap for my future daddy-in-law,” Laura says as Jeremy stares at her slack-jawed. “He gifted Sabrina the bottle while serving us a two-thousand-dollar French wine during Christmas dinner.” She lets out a giggle. “Joke’s on him. We nicked another bottle of the French stuff from his wine cellar before we left.”
“Wow,” Jeremy says, eyeing Laura with something akin to respect. “Rich people are wild.”
I take a sip and look over at Sabrina. “Hold up. You took Laura home for Christmas?”
“It was just one dinner because Daddy Dearest had to catch a flight to London,” she says, her tone condescending. “But, yeah, he thinks she’s my roommate.”
Jeremy chokes on his wine, covering his mouth as he coughs and laughs at the same time. “I’m sorry. Is he stupid?”
Sabrina winks at me. “Probably not, but he’s definitely in denial.”
Laura and Sabrina move to the couch, and we follow suit. Jeremy nestles into my side as I sling my arm behind him. It feels good to be ourselves around people other than Tristan and Marion.
Sabrina leans forward eagerly. “So, I have an interviewtomorrow. I guarantee they’ll want the scoop on how we got engaged. Shall we get our story straight?”
I grimace and glance at Jeremy, who’s fidgeting with a thread on his jeans. I place my hand over his and he stills. “Well, it probably has to be boring, considering our audience.”
“Yeah, our fathers would never approve of the way Laura asked me.”
Jeremy sits up straighter. “You’re already engaged?”
Sabrina blushes and Laura nods. “Yeah, it’s just kind of a secret—for now,” Laura says with a smirk.
