Chapter 88

• —Kate—
• A couple of days after the wedding, Ellie, Anna and I poured ourselves glasses of champagne and settled on the sun chairs. We still had a few leftover bottles from the wedding and now that Fabian had asked for Anna’s hand, we had reason to celebrate. “I still can’t believe he asked me to marry him,” Anna whispered, beaming at the diamond ring on her finger.
• “The wedding seemed to motivate him,” Ellie said with a smile.