“It’s perfect. Did you help him with this too?”

Amelia shakes her head. “No, he chose it all on his own.” She looks at me expectantly. “Tell me everything; I want to know every little detail.”

I do tell her everything—well, minus the X-rated parts—and we giggle all along.

“Will you be my maid of honor?” I ask when I’m finished with my report on Jake’s proposal.

“Of course I will. Have you already set a date?”

“No, not yet. It’s still so new. But sometime within the next year or so. I don’t want to do anything big; I’m not a huge fan of big ceremonies.”

“Yeah, they’re overrated.” A bittersweet smile surfaces on her lips. Even if she’s moved on, I can see divorcing has left scars on her.

“Definitely overrated,” I say supportively. “I want something simple. Just close friends and family.”

“U.S. or U.K.?”

“I’ve no idea! What do you think?”

“You should do it at home. It’s where it all started.”

“I like the idea… Jake’s parents’ cabin at the lake would be perfect for a summer wedding. We could set a flowery gazebo just in front of the lake and lay the beach with white chairs…”

“I thought you didn’t like wedding planning.”

“Well, I don’t like planning in general. But the thought of becoming Jake’s wife… I want our wedding day to be perfect.”

“Whatever you decide, I’m sure it will be.”

“But enough about me, what about you and Dylan?”

Her expression becomes bittersweet again. “What about us?”

“Well, how’s the living together going?”

“Great, but it’s still so new his dirty socks on the bathroom floor haven’t started to annoy me yet.”

“What is it that males have against laundry baskets?”

“I’m not sure, but they’re probably all convinced house elves take care of their discarded underwear.”

“Yeah, I bet they do. Dirty socks excluded, how’s it going?”

“It’s perfect, and I’m even exaggerating on the socks. He’s not all that bad. Who am I kidding? Dylan’s great. Gem, I’m so happy it scares me. I’m afraid everything will be taken from me when I least expect it.”

“I know the feeling. At least you don’t have bad karma on your side.”

“Meaning?”

“I stole Jake from Sharon, so in theory, bad things should happen to me and good things to her. Whereas in your case, the bad karma should go all to William and the good things all to you. So, really, you’re good.”

“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”

I giggle. “Maybe, but I hope your half is true. Do you and Dylan ever talk, uh, marriage?”

“You want to send me running for the hills?”

“Why? Is the idea of marrying Dylan so bad?”