“Ooh. You could influence them toward digital invitations!” Claire said.

Audrey laughed. “Precisely. It started out selfishly, but I’ve been shocked by the enthusiastic response, the way I can provide some insight into the process of planning a wedding in New York City. I’ve reframed it. I’m not a fake bride. I’m an undercover bride.”

“Very clever way to make sure you can sleep at night without any guilt,” Naomi said, putting a hand over her chest. “I’ve never been so proud.”

“I’ve learned from your business savvy,” Audrey said, blowing a kiss to her wildly successful boss-babe of a friend.

“I love that we’re all entrepreneurs,” Naomi said happily.

“I don’t know that I’m on the same tier,” Claire said with a laugh. “Your company’s valued at eight figures. Eight. And Audrey here’s passed the million mark in followers. Literally, a million human beings follow her every move.”

“But you love it, right?” Audrey asked. “The calligraphy business?”

Claire’s hazel eyes were happy. “I do. Thinking of my life a year ago, it’s hard to picture where I am now. A thriving little business doing something I love. A dog. A husband.”

Audrey smiled as her friend shook her head in disbelief, content down to her very soul that Claire had found happiness in the aftermath of Brayden’s betrayal with Audrey.

And Naomi, too, though of the three of them, Audrey suspected Naomi had been the least scathed by Brayden. Not unaffected—there was nothing easy about finding out your lover had (a) died and (b) been married the entire time.

Naomi had been seeing Brayden for a shorter amount of time and hadn’t known that Claire even existed until he died. They’d never talked about it, but Audrey had always assumed that blissful ignorance meant that Naomi didn’t carry around the guilt that continued to haunt Audrey to this day.

She should have done her homework, shouldn’t have taken it at face value when he’d told her that he and Claire weren’t even living in the same house. Shouldn’t have believed him when he’d said that they were days away from signing divorce papers.

Audrey knew Claire now. Knew that none of it had been true. What had been brutally true was that Audrey was the other woman. The whole time she’d thought she’d finally found her happily ever after, she was destroying someone else’s. A woman who, as Audrey had come to discover, deserved it more than anyone she knew.

“Okay, I have to ask,” Naomi said. “How long are you going to keep up your undercover-bride thing?”

“Oh, not much longer. I imagine once we get through tonight—”