Marissa looked toward the mirror.
“If you want this back in the garage, that’s where it goes,” Henry added.
Nobody moved.
Finally, Marissa sat down.
She studied her reflection.
Graham waited.
I nearly said, “You look beautiful.”
I caught myself.
Then Marissa leaned closer to the glass.
“Oh my God.”
My old reflex instantly returned.
“What?”
She pointed at her hair.
“Is that gray?”
Graham laughed.
Bad decision.
Marissa spun toward him.
“You knew?”
“Mari, there may be more than…”
“Finish that sentence and there will be no wedding.”
Henry burst out laughing.
I finally felt my guard loosen.
Her birthmark was right there.
And for once, it wasn’t the first thing anyone needed to notice.
“Where do you want the vanity?” Henry asked.
Marissa considered it.
“Our apartment.”
So that evening, we loaded the vanity into Henry’s SUV and drove it to Marissa and Graham’s apartment.
