“You look deep in thought,” a voice says. It belongs to a man who came up to stand beside me. Tall, dark-blond, and with a smirk on his lips that suggests he sees amusement all around him. “Making guesses on how long the happy couple will last?” My eyes widen. “Oh. Well... no. I think they have great odds.” He smiles. “You’re a real friend, then. Connie’s?” “Yes.” “I’m Gabriel’s friend.” He extends a hand. “Evan.” “Isabel,” I say, and we shake hands. “Are a lot of people making bets, then?” “I’ve heard a few,” he says. “You have to admit, the two of them getting married was one of the big
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