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“This is incredible.”

He looked impressed. I hated how much I liked that.

“Thank you.”

“You’ve been underselling yourself.”

Someone called my name, and I turned. One of the owners waved me over.

“Excuse me.”

Nash nodded. “Go work.”

I walked away smiling, and for the next hour, Nash saw me working. I introduced vendors and explained the design concept to a local publication. When I turned around, Nash was standing several feet away holding a drink.

His eyebrows were raised. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Say it.”

“You’re bossy as hell.”

I gasped and laughed. “Go mingle.”

“I don’t know these people.”

“You’re a psychologist. Analyze somebody.”

He shook his head and I walked away.

It was later when the night changed. Apparently I couldn’t enjoy shit for too long without the universe reminding me who I used to be. I was near the bar talking with one of the vendors when I saw Gabby.

For a second, my brain refused to recognize her. There had been a time when seeing Gabby would’ve destroyed me. A time when I had cried over losing her harder than I’d cried over some relationships. We had been best friends for eleven years. She had keys to my house, and I had keys to hers. Then Caleb happened.

At first, I begged her to understand, but she didn’t care. Eventually, I stopped begging. She stopped calling and eventually, I stopped missing her. Years had passed. I looked at her now and felt... nothing.

Gabby’s eyes found mine. Then her mouth stretched into a smile.

She walked over. “Blair.”

“Gabby.”

“Oh my God.”

She opened her arms and I barely had time to react before she hugged me. It was fake as fuck, but I hugged her back equally fake.

She pulled away. “Look at you.”

I smiled. “Look at me.”

“This place is gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve been hearing about your company. You’re doing really well.”

“I am.”