Chapter Thirty
Ida
Faye’s smile is what does me in. Not because I can’t be with her, but because it’s so gorgeous, so heartfelt, so straight from her to me. It’s as though everyone else at this party ceases to exist, even though I just came out to all of them, not caring that some of them have their phones out, their cameras pointed at me, because they want to capture the moment Ida Burton said, in public, for the very first time in her life, that she’s a lesbian.
All I see is Faye. Despite making the decision to come out before we started shooting, before we worked together and grew closer—before our passionate time together in Miami—telling her first has made it infinitely easier, has paved the way for this moment. Her confronting me with what she heard Charlie and Liz say about me th
