Camille laughed, though something about the certainty in Vera’s voice made her wonder.
Still, the afternoon passed in warmth and excitement.
When they finally left, Vera kissed her cheek.
“Call me the moment you set a date.”
Anne hugged her tightly. “And I’m doing your hair for the wedding. Non-negotiable.”
Camille laughed. “Deal.”
She closed the door behind them, still smiling.
~*~*~*~
Early the next morning, Aaron’s phone buzzed relentlessly on the bedside table.
Messages.
Missed calls.
Texts.
Madison was still asleep in the next room.
Aaron groaned and reached for the phone.
Twenty-three notifications.
He frowned.
Then he opened the first message from Tiffany.
Call me. Now.
The second.
Have you seen the news??
His stomach tightened.
He opened the link.
And there it was.
CARLUCCI AND CORTELLI LOVESTRUCK AFTERESTHER
HOLLYWOOD’S NEW POWER COUPLE?
Aaron leaned back against the headboard and ran a hand over his face.
He couldn’t help laughing.
“Well,” he muttered. “So much for telling everyone ourselves.”
~*~*~*~
The news broke like a wave crashing to shore.