“I miss you too. When are you coming to New York?”
“Soon, I promise. But back to Tully. Are you sure about this wedding?”
“I know it’s not a good idea.” I turn and look at her. “But we’ve run into each other twice…and he’s willing to just be in the moment while we’re here. It feels like a little gift from the universe. And I can go back to being devastated the day after tomorrow.”
She sighs. “You’re still devastated about him?”
I move past her, not wanting to answer that question. “How was work today?”
“Nice try. I’m not done interrogating you.”
“Okay, Mom.”
She taps her foot on the back of my knees, making them buckle, and I laugh.
“Sorry!” I yelp.
She grins. “That’s better. Did you tell him you and Patrick are done?”
“Yeah, Patrick was one of the first things he asked me about.”
She makes a face. “This makes me nervous, Lo.”
“Let’s not talk about it anymore. I just want to enjoy being here with you, and enjoy tomorrow with Tully…”
“And I’ll be here to pick up the pieces when you need me to,” she says.
“Yes, that.” I climb on the bed and pat the space next to me. “Come on. Let’s watchCinderella.”
We’ve watched the Lily James version no less than thirty times. We can both recite it. We snuggle under the covers, and when Cinderella is getting ready for the ball, Isla says, “You need something amazing to wear for the wedding, and I think I have the perfect thing.”
“Because you’re the best sister ever.”
“Mm-hmm. Don’t you forget it.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EVERYTHING IS SACRED HERE
TULLY
The breeze whips my tie around as I watch for Lola outside the hotel. Besides the gust of wind at the moment, it’s a gorgeous day. I’m happy for Dax and Skye that their wedding will have perfect weather. The rehearsal dinner was great last night, but I couldn’t wait until today. I’ve been looking forward to seeing Lola ever since we parted ways yesterday.
I smooth down my charcoal suit, happy with the fit. This is a suit I’ll keep on rotation beyond the wedding. Dax chose well.
A car pulls up, and Lola sits on the passenger side. Her mouth curves up slowly when she sees me, and my stomach flips. I don’t think I knew until this moment that I wasn’t fully sure she’d show up. I recognize Lola’s sister from pictures and wave. She eyes me with curiosity, and when the car comes to a stop, she steps out, along with Lola. My eyes skate over Lola appreciatively.
“You look beautiful,” I say softly.
“Thank you.”
I want to linger there with her. She smells so good, and the space between us is electric, making me only want to lean in closer, but I don’t want to ignore her sister. I glance at Isla, smile ready. We’ve only ever spoken on the phone. Lola and her sister are very close, and at least back then, Isla seemed to like me. Not sure where she stands now, since I’m not even sure where Lola stands.
“Hey, Isla. I’m Tully.” I walk over and hold out my hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
She shakes it and smiles. “Yes, it is. Such a surprise seeing you here.”
Her eyes and smile are similar to Lola’s, but Lola has told me how different they are, and I can see it even in their style. Where Lola’s blonde hair falls in waves down her shoulders, Isla’s brown hair is slicked back in a high ponytail. Isla looks buttoned up and like she’d probably never consider a tattoo or a leather jacket, while Lola wears a leather jacket over her incredibly sexy dress and looks like a rock star.
