“So does this mean I get a redo?” Nina glanced over and met James’s eyes. They were the warm blue of the ocean on a cloudless day, the type of blue you could sink into and drift all the way to the bottom. It took her a moment to register what he’d said. “A redo?” “Can I take you out? On a date,” he added, as if he needed to be explicit. The statue of King Edward III seemed to be staring at Nina, handsome and aloof and judgmental—reminding her of her royal ex-boyfriend, who’d just gotten engaged to someone else. “All right,” she heard herself say. “I mean, yes. I’d love that.”
