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My hand wavers before shutting off the faucet, stunned by the compliment. “Th-thank you. Savannah picked it out. She works for you, at Haute.”
She glances over. “There’s a button open on the back. Bothered me through the whole ceremony. May I?”
“Um, sure.”
Seconds later, there’s a tug on the fabric. “All set.”
“Thanks. I didn’t think the back through.”
“Fashion isn’t meant to be convenient.”
I don’t think she’s talking about fashion, though.
Scarlett heads for the door, her heels tapping out a quick pace.
“Scarlett.”
It takes a few steps, but she pauses and glances back.
I pull in a deep breath, nerves making my palms sweat. I’ll have to wash my hands again. “I’m really sorry. What I said to you—what I remember of it—is unforgiveable. I had a…different impression of what your marriage was like, but that’s no excuse. If I could go back and keep my mouth shut, I would. And I’m happy for you and Crew. It’s nice to know real love exists, for those of us who haven’t found it yet.”
Scarlett stares at me, unblinking. Thedrip drip dripof the leaky faucet is the only sound, for what feels like an eternity.
“Everyone makes mistakes. And if you haven’t found love yet, you aren’t looking very hard, Hannah.”
She leaves in a swirl of red fabric and expensive perfume.
When I walk back into the reception a few minutes later, I find Oliver across the room immediately. He’s shaking hands with a group of men, appearing to be saying goodbyes.
I feel my forehead wrinkle with confusion.
“Hi, Hannah.”
I turn, hiding my surprise. I was expecting Crew and Scarlett to avoid me tonight. Ignore me.
“Hi, Crew.”
“How’ve you been?” He tilts his head, studying me with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
“Good.”
“So…you and Oliver.”
I nod, not sure what to say.
“You didn’t mention it, in Los Angeles.”
“At the time, I didn’t think there was anything to say.”
“And now?”
I shrug, reverting to nonverbal responses. I know Oliver’s relationship with his brother is complicated. And I hate that I’m probably adding to it. Whatever Oliver wants to share—or not share—about us with Crew should be his call.
“You seem different,” he tells me, tilting his head. “More…settled.”
“You’re the one with a wife and a kid.”
He nods, a crease appearing in his cheek. “Soon to be two.”
