Two weeks had passed since the mini fire at The Ranch, and my maxi-freak-out with Noah. When Ivy and I first moved to this tiny town from Phoenix, Arizona, I found myself wanting to stay and put down roots. But like an unexpected guest, I soon felt the compulsion to move on. Especially after Noah started talking about making things permanent. There was only one problem with relocating as a way of escaping emotion. This time, there was no convincing Ivy to move with me.
My best friends agreed to meet me at the Creekside Winery, and I sat at an outdoor table with Emma, Priscilla, and Ivy, drumming my fingers on the ice bucket, and kicking my feet back and forth under my chair.
Priscilla cut to the chase, as per usual. “So what is this, Gigi? A celebration because you’ve come to your senses
