“Ruthie likes to play the cynic,” I said. “Oh, so this is a test.” Emme nodded as she loosened her braids. “Gotcha.” She stopped midway through one braid. “She’s doubting me?” I shrugged. “It seems that way.” “This kid isn’t going to know what hit her,” she said. “She’s going to walk out stuffed with waffles and the knowledge that I’m actually your soul mate.” I gulped. “That’s the spirit.” But then she frowned and jabbed at the air between us. “Wait. So, you actually want your family to believe this is real?”
