“What?” I asked. We were in the middle of downtown LA.

“Go into that building, and you’re welcome.” She leaned over and opened my door. “Go on. Out.” She undid my seat belt and started pushing me.

“What is going on?” I asked.

“Go inside and find out.”

She’d told me that she wanted me to be the baby’s godmother, and if this was some weird kind of surprise party to celebrate that, I was not in the mood. I was about to tell her that when she waved, shut my car door, and drove off.

I stood on the sidewalk for a second, not sure what to do. A uniformed guard called to me from in front of a building. “Juliet Nolan?”

“Yeah?”

She smiled and waved me up the steps. “You’re supposed to come with me.”

My feet seemed to be moving of their own volition as my desperate curiosity was getting the better of me. She opened the glass door behind her and said, “You’re going to row two, seat B.”

It was then that I realized where I was. It was the theater where I’d met Noah. And that was the exact seat I’d been sitting in when it happened. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I brushed them away. I wished Shelby had made me dress up. At least she’d given me lip gloss.

Hope beat so hard in my chest, like a captured bird struggling to break free. I was both scared and excited at the same time, and it had been a while since I’d felt that way.

The theater was empty, and I made my way over to the seat, waiting.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Noah sat down in the seat next to me.

“Noah, I—”

He stopped me. “You’re not supposed to talk to the audience members unless they talk to you first, remember?”

I was about to tell him that he’d just spoken, but he was doing something and I didn’t want to ruin it.

He held out his hand. “I’m Noah Douglas. Nice to meet you.”

“Juliet Nolan.” I shook his hand, and it was such a relief to touch him again, even briefly.

“I’m not going to jump to any conclusions about why you’re here, and instead I’ll let you tell me. You’re in this seat because . . .”

For a second I couldn’t speak, because I realized what he was doing. What he’d said couldn’t be done. He was taking us back in time and letting us redo this night. “I’m a seat filler. There can’t be any empty seats. I’ll get up when your date gets back.”

He looked thoroughly confused. “I don’t have a date. I guess you’ll have to stay put.”

There was no place on earth I’d rather be.