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“You’re the best man. There’s no way I’m letting you serve at this dinner,” she whispers. I can hear the anguish in her voice. She wants to make tonight perfect, to make every event perfect. To prove herself to me—as if she needs to. “This is a disaster.”

“It’s not.” I gently massage her arches.

She snorts. “Tell that to Nic and Ethan.”

I’m silent for a long time