Jacob cleared his throat. “First of all, I’d like to say congratulations to our baby sister on her recent engagement to Raphy.” Everyone let go with a mazel tov or a hear, hear. “This is a day that I am sincerely looking forward to because I have been making notes about her since she was two and I have a lot of dirt on her.”

“Blackmail worthy?” Hannah said.

“I’m keeping it PG.”

“I’m hun-gry,” Sammy said.

“Second of all.” Jacob grinned. “Everyone here knows I move a little slow and I couldn’t take another wedding with a ‘soon by you’ so . . .” He took a deep breath, and then he took Ilana’s hand. He got down on one knee. The women gasped. Instantly, Ilana teared up. Rina squeezed Decker’s hand. Jacob took out a small box and said, “I know this was a long time coming, but will you do me the honor of being my wife? And if it’s no, please say yes anyway so you don’t embarrass me in front of my family.”

Ilana couldn’t answer, but she nodded and the table broke out into applause. Ilana opened the box and gasped. She still couldn’t talk as Jacob put the ring on her finger.

“Fin-a-lly!” Sammy put the menu down. “I’m having a steak.”

Rachel hit him. “It’s your brother. Can you show a little emotion?”

“It’s been seven years.”

Rachel hit him again.

Nina said, “How grand is this? Now it’s truly a party. Let’s get champagne.” She summoned the waiter and asked for four bottles of champagne along with four bottles of To Kalon, which put the bar bill well over two thousand dollars.

There were kisses and hugs all around. Everyone admired the ring. The girls were in their element while the boys talked food. Rina said, “You have to call up your parents, Lani.”

“They already know,” Jacob said. “They helped me pick out the ring. They’re coming for dinner. I’m assuming you wouldn’t mind.”

“When did you do all this?” Ilana finally said.

“I’m a sneaky guy.”

“Gawd, with all these people, you should have rented a hall!” Nina turned to Ilana. “Would you like a bridal shower, dear?”

“Nina, I’m sure her friends will do that for her,” Tyler said.

“I’m sure they will. But with my friends, she’ll have a completely different present pool: deeper pockets. Don’t deny me this, dear. We’re always looking for an occasion to dress up and show off.”

Tyler rolled his eyes. He leaned over to Decker and handed him a piece of paper. “New York art galleries. A lot of them closed at five, but some were open until eight. I called up a few to find out if any of them employed Angeline Moreau.”

“Any luck?”