‘The honeymoon,’ Eva repeated, like this was entirely logical. ‘It’s booked, right?’
‘Yes, but—’
‘So do that next. Figure out the rest later.’
Maddy stared at her. ‘Alone?’
Eva hesitated. This was the part where a sensible person would stop. Instead…
‘Not necessarily,’ Eva found herself saying.
Maddy’s eyes narrowed slightly. ‘No?’
It was still not too late to say something sensible. But Eva felt herself moving past the version of herself that chose the path and out into the rough instead.
‘I could come,’ she said.
Maddy stared at her. ‘Don’t you have weddings?’ she asked slowly.
‘I do,’ Eva agreed.
‘Do you delegate weddings?’
‘Never,’ Eva said.
There was a beat, and then Eva reached for her phone. Maddy watched, somewhere between disbelief and fascination, as Eva unlocked her device calmly, pulled up her messages, and started typing.
‘What are you doing?’ Maddy asked.
‘Delegating,’ Eva said.
‘You said you don’t delegate.’
‘Maddy,’ Eva said, not looking up, ‘I am having a moment. Please don’t undermine it.’
Maddy made a small, incredulous sound.
Eva hit send. She looked back up. ‘Done.’
Maddy stared at her. ‘Did you just give your assistant a week’s notice to run a wedding?’
‘Six days,’ Eva corrected. ‘Technically.’
‘Eva…’
‘She’ll be fine,’ Eva said. ‘She’s very capable.’
‘I’m sure she is. That’s not why I’m surprised.’
‘She’s been ready for more responsibility for a while,’ Eva said. ‘I’ve just been unwilling to admit it.’
Eva’s phone pinged.
‘What’s that sound?’ Maddy asked.
‘Jen, probably.’
‘You gonna read it?’
