“Not at all.” I shake my head. “Besides managing schedules for our employees, we have maybe ten clients between the two of us. It's nothing.”
The day Nora and I decided to hire more employees, we both agreed on the clients we would keep, and Tobias was at the top of my list.
“You’d tell me, though, right? If you felt like I wasn't holding up.”
“Yes, I would.”
“Swear it.”
“Yes, I swear,” I say with a laugh.
“Okay, because I feel like I should be taking on more so you can plan your wedding. How did the venue visit go?”
“Good. We booked it for this winter.”
She grins and then grabs a box next to her, handing it to me.
“What is this?”
“Nothing really, just an idea for your bachelorette party.”
I grin and take the box. I completely forgot about the bachelorette party. I wonder if Griffin is having a bachelor party. He’s shown me the plans for everything, and those parties weren’t listed. Maybe because they’re a given?
I pull the white bow off and untie the ribbon.
Inside sits a postcard with a picture of the Maldives on it. I pick it up and flip it over.
Pick a date and we are going! Love, Nora, Willa, Calla, Paige, and Greer!
“What is this?”
“It’s where we should go for your party. Although, at this point, it’ll just be a small group including your sister, and there won’t be too much partying. Just lots of cocktails in the sun and relaxation. Isn’t this where you’ve always wanted to go?”
“Yes,” I blurt out. “It’s been a dream for so long to go there, but that’s a lot for a party for me or whatever we want to call it. I can’t let anyone pay for this.”
“Actually, that’s just our excuse. The girls and I decided we needed a reason for a girl’s trip there.”
I raise my hand. “I’ll gladly be the reason. Wow. How did you even know about this?”
Nora and I share a lot, but I don't think we have ever talked about this.
“Look.” I point to a small building in the picture. “I think this is even the resort I picked years ago.”
“I know.”
“How?” I asked again and hug her.
She clears her throat.
“Tobias told me. I asked him what he thought you might like, since I’m a horrible friend who has been so busy lately, and he said he had a postcard. I know it’s lame that I didn’t even think of it, but he wasn’t wrong.”
The smile on my face grows. Why did he have a postcard?
Not that I’m complaining, but wow.
I hug her once more.
“You’re not a bad friend. Never ever. The best of friends are those who can live their busy lives and still love each other as if nothing has changed.”
