Everyone has a plastic cup in hand—people seem to have ransacked the bar in Nick’s absence, and judging by the dancing we’re seeing, they poured with a heavy hand.

“Chloe!”

Annie rushes toward me and envelops me in a hug. Nick leans in and says, “I’m gonna go check out the damage at the bar and try to keep the guys in check,” and the feeling of his stupid-sexy beard against my cheek and his whisper in my ear is enough to make me want to go right back to his office.

But I wouldn’t want to miss this. Annie releases me from her hug, then leans back and stares at me. “You just had sex!” she says, her jaw dropping.

“Keep it down.” I look around us, making sure no one’s paying attention.

“You have SEX HAIR!” Annie shouts. “Did you and Nick just HAVE SEX?”

“Shut up, drunkie,” I say, grabbing her by the arms.

“I’m pregnant,” she reminds me. “I’m not drunk. I’m so, so tired and so, so happy and honestly, kinda loopy. Get back to the sex hair.”

“Yes, we had sex. In his office.”

“Wow.” Annie breathes. “Very . . . businesslike.”

I shake my head. “Whatever. The point is . . . it worked. The grand gesture worked!”

Annie beams. “You bet it did. Romantic comedies are the source of all wisdom and they will never let you down. The sooner you accept that, the better. Oh! The pies are amazing!”

“They are?”

“I think you did it,” she said. “You finally made the perfect pie.”

“I don’t really trust your assessment right now,” I say, but even though I haven’t tried any of the pies yet, I think she may be right. Maybe the perfect pie is the one that’s served at the perfect time, with the perfect people.

She grabs my hand and attempts to spin me around, but since she’s so much shorter than me I end up having to duck under her arm and do a partial backbend.

“It’s wonderful!” she says. “This is the perfect wedding. Let’s do it again sometime!”

“You need a nap,” I say.

The song ends and a slow song starts playing. “Annie,” I say.

She smiles at me.

“Is this ‘When I Fall in Love,’ from Sleepless in Seattle?” I don’t even know why I’m asking; I’ve seen that movie so many times that I have everything, including the soundtrack, memorized.

She nods. “I told you; the entire wedding is nothing but songs from rom-coms.”

I sigh and smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She hugs me, and then Drew grabs her for a dance.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around to see Nick. “So, uh . . . you wanna dance?” he asks. “Are you into dancing? I don’t even know.”

I place my arms on his shoulders. “I’m into anything if it’s with you.”

“What the hell is this music?” Nick asks as we spin slowly.