We changed the subject after that and talked about her upcoming fashion show and work in general. Somewhere between the first bottle of wine and the second, the conversation loosened. Before I realized it, I found myself asking the question I had avoided for years.
“How is Ryan?”
June paused mid-sip and chuckled. “Funny.”
“What?”
“You’ve avoided asking about him for years. Meanwhile, he finally asked about you.”
My heart skipped. “And?”
“He’s alright,” she said slowly. “At least that’s what he tells himself.”
She leaned forward. “Liora, you might want to rethink this wedding.”
“Too late.”
“You can’t still be in love with one person and marry another.”
“I’ll learn to love my husband with time.”
She raised an eyebrow. “That’s not how it works.”
“Nick isn’t bad looking,” I added.
