Her face softens immediately. “I’m really happy for you.”
“It feels fast,” I admit, glancing out the window where the garden ceremony chairs wait in perfect rows. “Also slow.”
“No, overdue.” Marisol reaches out and squeezes my hand.
I swallow. “I’m so fucking scared.”
“Sky.” She steps closer, her hand still wrapped around mine. “Zach has loved you foryears.”
I shake my head subtly. “He told you?”
“He didn’t have to.” Her thumb strokes lightly against my knuckles before she releases my hand. “I’m glad you two finally stopped pretending.”
Voices echo down the hallway as the others gather near the elevator. The twins’ laughter carries from around the corner. Marisol glances over, then back at me before stepping away.
“Come on.” She gestures at the noise. “Right now, your job is to walk beside me and look happy.”
“Easiest job in the world. What about the rest?” I ask, following her down the corridor.
She smiles as the elevator doors slide open.
“The rest will sort itself out.”
