Hannah’s attitude snaps my priorities back into focus. Today is not about how good Reid looks in a suit! It’s about Delia, about a day that she’s spent an entire year working toward. It’s about making sure everything is perfect for her today—yes, even this photo!

I cross the electric fence between us, until my arm is just barely touching his. Reid swallows and stiffens and I’m pretty sure this is worse.

“Reid,” I say, my voice low, “pretend you don’t hate me for thirty seconds. For Delia?”

“I can only handle twenty,” he counters, but he’s smiling and his shoulders relax, and suddenly I’m smiling too.

“Deal.”

His eyes meet mine and I notice that one of his curls is out of place. Without thinking about it, I reach to smooth it down. I mean, if we can only handle twenty seconds of this without self-destructing, at least the photo better look good.

“Natalie, you read my mind,” Aunt Jenn says, breaking the tension.

Then Reid’s hand is on the small of my back, and for twenty seconds we pretend not to hate each other. Honestly, it’s not that hard to pretend right now. Because in this moment—and this is something I will deny until the end of time—I don’t feel like hating Reid. At all.

“Wrapped!” Aunt Jenn exclaims, and it breaks the truce.

I sidestep out of the pose and Reid’s hand recoils so fast—and just like that, the electric fence is back up between us. I exhale, relieved the torture that is posed photographs is over. But then it is on to the next task on Mom’s extremely detailed to-do list. Delia disappears with Mom to “get in the zone,” Reid and my dad double-check that the sound system is good to go, and I am on greet-the-guests duty.

“Natalie!” I’d been so fixated on the picture scene, I didn’t even notice my people have arrived and slipped into the back row. Fitz beckons me and I don’t know what’s more shocking—that Fitz is early for something or that Henry is here. Henry’s eyes meet mine and anxiety bubbles in my stomach because he never answered my texts and I’ve been in my feelings all morning about how he’s not going to be here.

But he is here.

And… I miss him.

“You came.” I slide into the bench next to Fitz and wow I hate that this feels like a surprise, not a given. I miss the three of us in the same place. “You’re here. Together.”

I didn’t know Henry and Fitz were back on speaking terms, never mind carpool terms.

“It’s Delia’s bat mitzvah,” Henry says simply.

Fitz nods. “And we’re very much over the standoff!”

“Danica?” I ask.

“We’re just friends,” Henry says.

“We’re… going out next Saturday,” Fitz says.