“He’s been thinking about something important,” she said.
“Yes, and?”
“Something involving the company.”
“Is he selling it?!”
“No.”
“Is he closing it?!”
“No.”
“Am I getting fired?!”
“No,” Georgia said. “Brent, calm down. It’s definitely not that. I promise.”
“Then what, Georgia?”
“You’ll know soon,” she said.
“Your family is exhausting,” I said. PlanFamily Trips
“Imagine growing up with them!”
Before I could respond, Madison burst out the gym doors in her red sequin dress.
“Georgia! Group pictures! Right now! The photographer’s leaving in ten minutes!”
“Come on!”
Georgia had stopped acting annoyed with me. Completely. She was holding my arm. She smiled. She kept glancing at me like we were sharing a joke.
The photographer had set up in the corner of the gym, under an arch made of silver and white balloons. A long line of couples waiting. When it was finally our turn, he waved us forward.
