Let it go, let it go, let it go, she wills. And by some miracle, Giada does. She flings herself onto her back among the sheets. “Fine,” she says dramatically. “But just you wait. I will get old, and ugly, and you won’t want me anymore.” Charlotte wilts in sheer relief. “Never,” she swears, sweeping over Giada like a blanket. “I will always want you,” she says.
