both stopped.
Edward cleared his throat. “You go first.”
“You look really nice, Edward.”
“Thanks. It’s my only suit. I wore it to my grandmother’s funeral.” He looked down at himself. “I think it still smells a little like a church.”
I laughed.
“Your turn,” I said.
Edward looked at me. At the green dress. At my hair, which Kate had curled that morning. At my face, which I’d put makeup on for the first time in months.
He was quiet for a long time.
“You look like you,” he said finally. “That’s the best thing I can say. You look like yourself.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I just took the peonies and put them in a glass of water on the counter.
“Peonies,” I said. “You remembered.”
“Measure twice, cut once,” said Edward.
On the drive there, I was so nervous I couldn’t stop talking.
