She hadn't been able to save the day, but at least someone else had. The thought gave her a strange kind of comfort.
"Are you sure he's going to keep quiet?" Sylvia asked.
Trish snorted, tossing her curls over her shoulder with a grin. "Trust me," she said, a mischievous spark in her eye. "He's been wanting to see my boobs since forever. That man would take the secret to his grave."
Sylvia actually laughed in response, a real belly laugh. "I'm sure that's a great bribe."
"I have great boobs."
Joey caught sight of Sylvia's laugh as the two women reappeared. He couldn't help but be drawn to it. It was nice she sounded happy.
They reached the archway overlooking the house entrance just as the music shifted. Ivy and Winn stepped into view, hand in hand.
Trish felt her chest loosen. Ivy looked radiant in her gown, her laughter genuine even though Trish knew her best friend was shaking inside. Winn couldn't take his eyes off her, and for that single moment, everything felt perfect.
