“You’re engaged,” Ada said. “You got divorced and engaged on the same day.”
It was Saturday morning. Cloe was in her kitchen with her coffee and the specific warm exhaustion of a person who had lived an entire decade’s worth of significance in a single Friday and had slept more deeply than she had in years.
“I got divorced this morning,” Cloe said. “And engaged this afternoon. Technically different parts of the day.”
“On a floor,” Ada said. “He proposed on a floor.”
“There’s no furniture yet.”
“There was a floor and no ring.”
“I didn’t need a ring.”
Ada was quiet for exactly two seconds. Then she made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and something else entirely and said, “That is the most you thing that has ever happened. You got proposed to on a floor with no ring and sai
