“Yes to all of the above.” I walk to my kitchen, not waiting for Daisy to get here before I pour my glass of wine. “Now do you see why I needed some time?”

“Wow. Condolences.” She falls onto my couch before leaning forward and attacking the salami I spent way too much time arranging into little meat rosettes. “This is beautiful, by the way.”

And just like that, it’s all behind us. I know Elsie will never bring it up again. She won’t hold it against me, no more apologies needed. We talked, we figured it out, and now it’s over.

“Glad you like it. I wanted it to feel fancy even though we’ll just be on my couch.”

My pour was a little too heavy. The crimson wine flirts dangerously close to the edge of the glass with every step I take. I place the glasses on the coffee table and three loud knocks on my door disguise my sigh of relief for my unscathed rug.

“It’s your favorite sister!” Daisy singsongs from the hallway. “And I have vodka!”

Unlike Elsie, Daisy wasn’t fazed by my phone being off after the dinner. She’s living her best, single, financially secure life, where she can eat out every night without bothering to check her bank account. I don’t think she even noticed that I hadn’t returned her calls. She sounded confused when I called to apologize last night.

“It’s open,” I call over my shoulder, and that’s all the prompting she needs before the door swings open and Daisy makes her grand entrance.

Her long legs make quick work of my small entryway. She kicks off her heels, which take her from tall to taller, and tosses her long blond hair over her shoulder. Her red-painted lips and winged eyeliner are giving me serious Taylor Swift vibes. I know I invited them, but standing between my gorgeous best friend and fabulous sister, I feel woefully underdressed in my plain tank top and tattered jeans.

“Oooh! Wine!” Daisy puts her bottle of vodka on the counter before grabbing a wineglass, filling it up, and joining us on my couch. “Soooo . . . what’s new?”

Each time I’m around Daisy, I regret the years we spent apart. She fits so naturally in my life, it’s been great having her around.

“Yeah.” Elsie reaches for her wineglass and taps it against Daisy’s before taking a small sip. “This is the second time you’ve called for reinforcements. Something big must be happening if you’ve planned an official sit-down with wine and snacks.”