She offers three more options to Delia—a gold striped maxi dress, a navy jumpsuit, and a teal dress with a lace bodice and tulle skirt. I attempt to offer sisterly thoughts and feedback on the fashion show, but Fitz’s words are the only ones that matter.

“So, have you talked to Henry?” Fitz asks, her deep red lips blowing a raspberry as she sits next to me on the bench in the open fitting room stall across from Delia. “I feel like he’s kind of ghosted us since the musical. Became all about Danica. I fully convinced myself I was imagining things during HAVE A HE(ART)… but a romcom? Starring my lord and savior, Mindy Kaling? Way to rub salt in the wound!”

I shake my head. “He left me alone with Reid yesterday—after promising he’d show up! I tried to text him, like, twelve times last night, but I don’t even know what to say to him. I don’t think we’ve had a real conversation since Melted became a musical. He said Melted was supposed to be chill. Now it’s not. Whatever that means.”

“In all fairness, you are a stress monster,” Fitz says. “So much Reid Rage.”

I whack her with my purse. “I hate you.”

Delia laughs. “Reid Rage. I love that.”

“You’re both cancelled,” I declare.

Fitz rolls her eyes and turns to inspect herself in the fitting room mirror. “It’s not even that I’m not happy for Henry. Dani and I were without question vibing during Melted rehearsals, but if she’s into Henry I can live with that. He’s just being so sketchy about it. I know he’s your best friend—” Fitz reaches into her purse for a tube of mascara and twists off the wand “—but I guess I thought our friendship mattered too.”

“Of course it does, Fitzgerald,” I say. I don’t know what it says about me, that even when I’m annoyed with Henry… I still defend him. “That’s why he’s being so weird.”

“He needs to get it together.”

“We all do,” I admit.

“I think I’m in love,” Delia says, opening the door to show off the navy jumpsuit, a smile spread wide across her face. It has a lace neckline with flutter sleeves and ties at the waist. “I never would’ve considered a jumpsuit, but now I’m obsessed. It’s cute! It’s comfortable! It doesn’t need to be hemmed!”

“Spin!” Fitz says, and Delia obliges. “Wow. We love an accurate petite sizing! I have a whole vision that includes hair and makeup.”

“Oh my God. Hannah will…” Delia stops whatever she’s about to say next. Swallows. “You’re the best, Fitz. I mean, this is it, right?”

“It’s clearly speaking to you,” Fitz says with a nod.