Carmen must have posted a photo to my main feed. When I look, I see that it’s a simple shot of me and Raj exchanging vows, and it makes me well up with pride. I tap on it and see the most overwhelming number of likes and comments I’ve ever gotten in my life.

“And there’s more press to come. . . .” I say.

“I know,” Sophie says. “Look, this is your call, and I understand if you want to crunch the numbers more thoroughly before you make a decision, but . . .”

The number sixty thousand echoes in my head. This is just the beginning. I know sales will continue to spike overnight as followers in other time zones tune in, and they should keep climbing throughout the week as more press rolls out. I have chills imagining what our profit margin could look like by next weekend.

I had always hoped this would happen, of course. This is exactly why I committed to the wedding in the first place. But the likelihood of every element falling into place the way I needed them to was so incredibly slim, I never let myself fully believe I could pull this off. But I have. We all did it together—me and Sophie and Carmen and, of course, Raj.

“You realize what this means? We can re-sign the lease,” I say.

“We can?” Sophie asks. Tears spring to her eyes.

“I don’t need to run the numbers,” I tell her. “If these e-commerce figures are accurate . . .”

“They are,” she interjects.

“Then we’re golden.”

She collapses forward to pull me into a tight embrace. I can feel her shudder and sob happy tears into my neck. Raj runs a soothing hand over my hair and rubs comforting circles over Sophie’s back. We stay like this for a long time, soaking up the long-awaited sensation of success.

Eventually, Sophie pulls back and wipes her tearstained cheeks with the backs of her hands. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you,” she says. “I know that I’ve been hard on you and that I’ve doubted you. Logically, this scheme never should’ve worked. I’m grateful that it did—but if you ever try to pull something like this again, I’m going to kill you.”

It’s Sophie’s approval that breaks me. My face crumples and my eyes well up. Knowing that my sister appreciates everything I did for our family makes the past six months of stress worth it. I clutch her hand and blink back happy tears.

“Every family needs a fun aunt, right?” I ask.

• Chapter 30 •

“Please turn your phones to airplane mode,” the flight attendant intones over the speaker system on Monday afternoon, as Raj and I are set to fly to Athens and connect to a smaller flight to Santorini.