“Oh, good too. Busy. Listen, I have a business proposition. You know Edith?”

“The older lady?” Joey brushed pencil shavings from her thigh. She conjured a vague image of Lily with her hair teased into a purple beehive beside a woman seventy years her senior sporting the same ’do. Something about friends straddling generations. The Saviors of Feminism. It had been in one of those big magazines.

“Yeah. So listen, Edith moved into a huge place on the Intracoastal. I was there the other day for kombucha. We’re hosting a party together, for the launch of this jewelry made by rural Sri Lankan women. The design of the collection is amazing—all types of lariats made from cord. Anyway, Guy Lazant’s heading up the art. He’s got her some major pieces, but Edith has this huge foyer. It’s a grotto vibe, and there’s this blank wall, and none of Guy’s suggestions are important enough.”

“Wait, back up. Who’s Guy?”

“The art cultivator. So I showed Edith your evil eye stuff from Bali. Edith was intrigued. She’s interested in having you do an evil eye wall. Something striking. The party’s next Thursday so you’d have to get on it fast.”

“Next Thursday! Have you forgotten I’m getting married next Saturday?”

“The timing sucks.” Lily sounded genuinely remorseful. “But Joey, she’ll pay you twenty thousand dollars. And Vogue is sending a photographer.”

“Seriously, Lil?”

“I’m always serious,” her sister reminded her, and it was true. Lily Abrams was serious, indeed. Tackling fashion and feminism on her Instagram and YouTube with an authenticity that had earned her millions in social media followers. By age fourteen, inclusion in 30 under 30 in the Media category in Forbes. At fifteen, anointed by Time as one of the world’s most influential teens. At sixteen, photographed beside her new friend Anna Wintour at New York Fashion Week. And at seventeen, designed a well-received fashion line at Kohl’s “for the teen who aspires to a Parisian wardrobe with a croissant budget.”

“Edith wants you to meet with her in a couple days. She had to go out of town briefly, but in the meantime, you can start to prep like the commission is yours. I really think she’ll give it to you. Kat will shoot you details of the meeting. Are you in?”

“I’ll be there. Wow. Really appreciate it, Lil.”

“Of course. See you tomorrow to shower you, big sis!”

Oh God, her bridal shower. Organized by her mother. And Joey still hadn’t even told Grant about Leo. Suddenly she longed for a Rip Van Winkle amount of sleep.

“And Joey, if you need help picking out something stylish to wear, I’m here!”