Joey’s eyes flickered at her best friend. She really needed to tell Siya about Leo. She would tonight, she decided. Once they were alone. “I’m distracted because of this art commission. The timing is insane. And it’s not real to me either.”

Joey glanced around for a pen, but nothing. She gave up. This note thing was stupid. She’d go to the bathroom and wave Leo over from a place out of sight from the private room.

“Wait, so did I tell you that Aadesh’s sister, Kyra, went shopping with me for wedding shoes? I splurged on four-inch Manolos. Me! Manolos! Do you know what they are?”

Joey smiled. Her best friend was so not into fashion that this whole conversation was funny. “Of course I know what they are, but I’m shocked that you do.”

“Well, let me tell you, Mr. Manolo knows his stuff. Somehow they were soft like pillows. I’m going to have to hide this month’s credit card bill from Aadesh and do an exorcism to forget the price myself, but I’m going to be a hot matron of honor!”

“You’re always hot.” Joey kept a distracted eye on Leo. “Wait a sec, ’kay? I have to go to the bath—”

“Look.” Siya thrust her phone into Joey’s face. “Those are them.” They were gorgeous, simple and caramel-toned, with one strap over the toes and another around the ankles.

“Perfect. Love.”

Siya thumbed to the next picture. “Oh, that’s all. That’s me and Kyra though. She’s a millennial, very into the animal ear thing.”

“You guys are so cute. And by the way, we’re still millennials.” Joey was all for embracing their age, but she didn’t need to be aged up.

“Elder millennials.” Siya winked. “I saw the Netflix special.” Siya raised her margarita. “Hey there, Team We Love Joey, I want to toast our bride. To Joey being a complete klutz and surfing into Grant!”

Joey giggled. She raised her margarita and clinked her best friend’s glass. God, she still really needed to get the message to Leo. She stood just as Lily rose from her chair and tapped her champagne glass. Joey flopped back down.

Her sister was resplendent in the way only possible for a brief window in time and if you hit the genetic lottery. She wore a pale-blue mini slip dress paired with a nude suede duster coat. Her strawberry hair was flat-ironed, and her makeup Kardashian-contoured.

“I want to give a toast too.” Joey’s eyes darted outside. The second Lily was done, Joey absolutely had to deal with Leo.

“Joey is, as you all know, my older sister. And she may not know it, but I’ve always looked up to her.”

Joey glanced up, surprised.