“I’m ready,” a voice says behind us, and it immediately shakes me from my dangerous daydream. I turn around to see Sylvia in a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans and knee-high boots with an off-the-shoulder blouse. I’ll never understand how she manages to always be so… put together. I've pretty much resigned myself to being the frumpy friend forever.
The self-conscious teenager in me urges me to glance over at Robin. Is he admiring her too?
No, he’s still enthralled by the baby. But why do I even care? In fact, they would make a great pair. They’re both Fae, and they’re both impossibly beautiful. Maybe pushing them together will help me get over him. It’s just crazy enough to work.
“Mare?’ Sylvia says, “Are you okay?”
“What? Oh, yeah.. I’m fine. I was just… thinking.” I turn to give my
