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“I’m sorry. Come again?” Trihn said.
Whatever Lydia had just said couldn’t possibly be real life.
“Preston proposed, and I said yes!” Lydia cried.
Trihn pitched forward. Someone reached out for her before she fell down, and she dimly realized that it was Damon.
She couldn’t form coherent thoughts. There was nothing coherent about the statements that Lydia had just made.
“Preston…proposed…”
“Yes! We were out late, walking through Washington Square Park, and he just got down on one knee right there. It was so romantic.”
Trihn took a seat on one of the stray lounge chairs and tried to remember to breathe. This couldn’t be happening. She needed to get it together—at least while she was on the phone with Lydia. She could freak out after she got off the phone.
“Wow,” she said with fa
