“What do you think they would say? If they saw us now?” Zara swallows a pained expression as her gaze follows mine, settling on the view over the city. “Emma would say, ‘Geez, Zar, what the hell took so long?’” she says in her sister’s slightly higher pitched voice. I can’t help but laugh. “Preston would call me a loser, for sure. He’d tell me to find a hot Dutch girl, and to tell dad to fuck off from him.”
