“If you throw that anywhere near my outfit, you’ll quickly become my least favorite sister.” “Duly noted.” Then I toss the glob of mutilated cake…at her husband. It hits him square in the heart, his white button-down dirtied with chocolate cake and pink icing. Rose breaks into a grin. Connor hardly flinches. “Your happiness is showing.” “Good,” she says. “Even at my suffering?” His lips rise. “Yes.” She clutches his hand. He kisses her like he loves her even more for those words.
