Chapter Thirty-Eight

Julia

We stand in a stunned silence, but my brain is loud, thoughts all crashing around in my head. Did she just give me a rom-com speech?

"I can see that you're losing grip," Coco says, dropping into my eyeline. "But yes, she did, in fact, declare her affection for you to her now"—Coco looks at the iPad again—"one point two million subscribers." Her hands cup my shoulders. "What are we thinking? What are we feeling?"

"She said she wanted me…"

Coco nods. "Umm, yes, important detail to focus on."

"I don't know if this will help or hurt, but I have one more secret I've been keeping," Zoe chimes in, locking the iPad screen and returning to her bag.

"Zoe, you're leaving us hanging in a crisis…" Coco says.

My eyes focus on Zoe as she approaches, clutching something in her hand.

Not just something.

A tarot card.

"When we were cleaning up after the wedding, one of the crewmembers found this." She hands it over, facedown. "It fell out of the deck she was using."

It's warm, even though that makes no logical sense. The warmth sends waves through me before I flip it over.

The Lovers.

The grown-up version of the Two of Cups. The Twin Flames in action. Us.

"Tell me everything you know about rom-com endings."