Sheâsbeen on the phone all day. So has mine. Theyâre both freaking out.â
There is a knock at the door, and no sooner have I unlocked it than Peyton bursts in with an oversize Tiffany-blue box. She rushes past me to Erika and the two embrace.
âYou poor baby!â Peyton sets the box on the table and with one hand removes a carry-out carton of two coffees, and with the other, a bottle of wine.
âCaffeine or alcohol?â
Predictably, Erika points to the bottle. Well, I couldâve told her that. Peyton looks at me meaningfully.
âWhat?â
âWineglasses.â She looks impatient.
âOh, right.â I turn for the kitchen but Peyton brushes past me.
âIâve got it. I need a bottle opener, too.â Her efficiency in my own place wears on me. She returns with two wineglasses and hands one to Erika. Am I invisible? Peyton pops the cork matter-of-factly and pours. She watches as Erika takes a big gulp, like a nurse administering cough syrup. âBetter?â
Erika nods gratefully.
âIâve brought the binder.â
âOh, thank God.â Erika looks relieved.
âWhat binder?â
They both stare back at me. âPeytonâs wedding binder,â Erika says. As if this is something everyone should already know.
âOh.â I watch as Peyton reaches into the bottom of her magic blue box and plucks a large embossed book from its depths. âHow much stuff did you bring?â I joke, peering over her shoulder. But no one laughs.
âOkay, so hereâs the section on venues.â Peyton flips methodicallyto a tabbed section. âDo you still want outdoor or can we look indoors?â
Erika thinks. âStart outdoors. But I donât think weâre going to have any luck.â
âNonsense.â
I watch in silence as Peyton sifts through glossy folders of brochures with one hand and flips open her laptop with the other. Itâs no wonder sheâs climbed to the top of her firm so quickly. Just her confidence is intimidating. Maybe I should put her on the task of finding me a new job.
âLetâs begin with a thirty-mile radius of Boston.â
I canât help but let out a laugh.
âWhat?â Peyton asks.
âNothing. Itâs just that you two sound like youâre launching an FBI search.â I put on a mock voice of authority. âThirty-mile radius of downtown. The suspect must have a liquor license. And an outdoor patio that can seat three hundred!â I can barely get the last part out, but neither one of them cracks so much as a smile.
âMaggie. This is serious.â Peyton places a sympathetic hand on Erikaâs back.
âJust trying to lighten the mood.â I trudge into the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea.
Two hours later, the radius has extended to seventy-five miles and beyond. The patio requirement has been scratched. Peytonâs bottle of wine is empty.
âWell, we have a few options,â I say, trying to sound hopeful. With all of Erikaâs first-, second-, and third-tier choices reserved, weâve only been able to find two places that were available, an Italian hall in the South End and a loft space outsideBack Bay that had been renovated into a trendy gallery with a rooftop deck.
Erika covers her face in her hands. âVinnyâs Trattoria is not an option.â
âNor is the loft,â Peyton says sadly. âFour flights of stairs. No elevator.â We all sigh.
âI donât know, Erika,â Peyton says wearily. They were now working on their cold coffees. âMaybe you should consider changing the date. At least you get exactly what you want. And itâs only a few months later.â
If I have any hope of going to bed tonight and not being late for school again in the morning, itâs my turn to talk some sense into Erika. âWhat about the Cape house?â
Erika shakes her head. âTrentâs mother
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