Epilogue
“Now don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not.” Oliver slapped Mia’s hand away from the microphone clipped to the collar of his shirt. “Quit messing. “
“How can you not be nervous? The manager said there’re more than a hundred people here an hour ago and that they’re expecting almost twice that.”
“Why are you telling me that?” At least a few of those were probably from the university’s Pride club. And of course there was David and Ryan, and David and Mia’s parents. “Are you trying to make me nervous?”
“No. I’m just excited.” She grinned.
Oliver checked himself in the mirror again—no salad in his teeth—and wondered if someday he’d be able to afford to have his ears pinned back.
“Do you have your book?”
“Stephanie is taking care of that.” Stephanie was one of the promotion team from O
