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I pushed to my feet and avoided her gaze. “Uh, Daniel and Vivian are getting married. I’m headed to New Zealand for a few days before we start shooting.”
Her fist balled at her sides. “And Muriella will be there?”
“She will. What are you getting at?” My defenses rose.
“Hope she’s worth it,” she muttered. “Send Daniel and Vivian my congratulations.”
I pulled my sister in and kissed the top her head. She squirmed, shoving at my chest, but I held her so she couldn’t get away. “Miss you.”
“You’ll be home for Christmas, right?”
“That’s for sure.”
A satisfied grunt escaped her. “I want to pay for Mitch’s trip. Let them save their money for the girls’ college.”
“You’ve already funded that.”
She shoved at me again, and I hugged her tight. “Split it with you. Sound fair?”
“No, but I don’t feel like arguing.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You okay? That’s not like you.”
Easton snickered. She shot daggers into both of us. “C’mon. We’ve got a plane to catch.”
Chapter Fourteen
Muriella
I hadn’t packed.
The suitcase had been on my bed for two hours. I’d made a smoothie for breakfast. Caught up on the news headlines in my favorite chair by the window. Wondered how Sunday had arrived so quickly. After all of that, I still hadn’t been able to put anything inside it.
I cleaned the bathroom.
Couldn’t pack.
Took a shower.
Couldn’t pack.
Spent extra time on my hair.
Still couldn’t pack.
I checked my watch as I dusted the console table in the foyer. Twenty minutes until I was supposed to be downstairs.
I wadded up the wipe and tossed it in the trash. I needed Vivian, but somehow I’d ended up giving her the silent treatment too. Talking to her was in essence talking to Daniel. That wasn’t fair, but I couldn’t change my thinking.
I also didn’t want to tell her I didn’t think I could go to her wedding. Stone was right. They’d cancel, and I refused to be the cause of that. As angry as I was at Daniel, I wanted him to have Vivian and the happiness he deserved, and I wanted Vivian to have him too.
My phone chimed, and pin pricks of apprehension left me staring at the device as if it might sting me.
Reluctantly, I reached for it, certain the text would be from Vivian.
Want me to come up to get your bag?
Stone. My relief that it was him was an indication of the mixed up state I was in. A few days ago, nerves would have taken over at his arrival. Now, I was just glad I didn’t have to face Vivian yet.
